Stand and face the sun.
What a gift. A morning lift!
Autumn blooms in smiles.
Stand tall. We’ll survive.
When life’s tough, the going rough.
Nature makes us smile.
No need to take flight.
See the views, those waters blue.
Waddle while you can.
Monday’s smooth as glass.
Drop a line as this day’s fine.
Reel in peace and joy.
Some days I look down.
Glad I do, there’s so much new.
Pink blooms bury frowns.
Blue still shines through gray.
Small boats will sail, without fail.
Peace rolls into shore.
Joy will bloom with care.
Plant roots deep, then nurture well.
Rain just sweetens all.