Bells bloom like vibrant flowers,
Their light wraps the world in golden hours,
Whispers of winds, secrets they share,
Rooster's call, awakening the air.
Mechanical hums in the dawn's embrace,
A symphony of progress, a new day's grace,
Birds' sweet tweets, nature's song,
Busy bees buzzing all day long.
Man strides swift, ambition in his heart,
Ants labor wisely, playing their part,
In nature's grand dance, we find our way,
A harmonious rhythm in each passing day.
The morning's beauty, a canvas reborn,
Yesterday's sorrows, from memory torn,
With hope in our steps, we keep improving,
For in this new morning, life is moving.
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Author:
D.A.D. (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2023 18:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for people who are keep moving forward in their life regardless of what they've been into that up until now they are still trying to overcome and looking forward the future.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
lovely message, thanks for sharing
Thank you so much😊
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