Never seen a day so beautiful
with the grass this green.
The clouds cast running shadows on the ground.
They try to race me and win.
Gray on the bottom, white on top.
Discolored like the dirty socks in my clothes hamper.
Puffy.
The clouds beckon me to join them
flying
high in the sky.
To become a part of the air.
I swim through the sky.
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A bit of poetry, rambles, thoughts and prayers to go along with your morning coffee.
Two cents
"The definition of success--To laugh much; to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give one's self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived--this is to have succeeded."
-Emerson
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