Everything Is Growing

Everything is growing
There is nothing broken
No sad moment of failing time

Grace filled with mystic morning
Cool breeze, a sea of forgiveness
Hope is a child of dawn

Song birds build their nest
Blue glory covers the eye
Forests bow to dreams of peace

Summer fills with sweet wine
Roses bright, purple, yellow, white
Meadows glow in joy

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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