I sit with my tea
The well kept garden beckons
Grasses at perfect angles
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I sit with my tea
The well kept garden beckons
Grasses at perfect angles
Greeted by grey skies
Whispers of rain on the wind
Noise of life: awake
Nightfall has arrived
The end of this perfect day
Sunlight shifting to rain
As I remember
Those lights stolen by our wars
Praying that we’ve learned
In Flanders fields
Amidst poppies and lark song
Lie our lost lessons
The past holds much wisdom
Ignoring it has grave risks
Ignorance delights
Oh, children!
How they radiate
Joy and wonder
Which the world
Eats with raging
Gluttony
Sipping misery’s tears
Commenting on the bouque
Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Radiate
sad how often
I struggle
seeking what’s
in my
heart
I sit, listening
My negativity fades
Bird song in sunlight