There’s beauty in the morning light,
That spills across the world so bright,
A quiet breath, the start of day,
A peaceful moment, calm and grey.
The sound of rain on window panes,
The comfort of familiar names,
A cup of tea, the warmth it brings,
The way it makes the spirit sing.
The rustle of a gentle breeze,
The rustling leaves in autumn trees,
A smile exchanged, a knowing glance,
The joy in life’s soft, steady dance.
No need for riches, grand or bold—
The simple things are purest gold.
In them, we find a quiet grace,
A love that time cannot erase.
Thank-you reading.
Much Love and light.
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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