Poem
I wrote this poem for my parents for their birthday. Thought you guys might like it 
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The day is young whispered the early morning breeze,
Sunlight peering eagerly over the mountains
Ready, reaching for this new day
Aspiring to travel further than it had before
The moss covered the earth like a finely woven tapestry
Dew drops glossing the tips of pink rose petals
Coating them in reflective bliss
The river roars and waits for no one
Its function is to flow
We could learn a thing or two from the mighty river
The Oak tree stands proud in the clearing
Gnarled arms twisting into blue sky,
Reaching up towards our solar system’s star
Below, the wildflowers stained the hillside yellow
Making their mark upon the world
As birds sang a joyous tune of celebration
A symphony is rising
The orchestra of life
If we sit in silence we can listen
If we choose to wake we can understand
We are all a part of this beautiful symphony
Each one of us an instrument, a string, a flute
Through which the universe expresses love for all
Maiara on: