Adventures Meant

I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.

I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.

I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.

I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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