the church tower rings
the river below runs by….
night and day
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every day
there are songs in the clouds….
this poem is my song
Looking off into the distance quiets my mind enough to hear the river down below running by….and to see the music in the clouds up high. Could it be that all of life every day, all day and all night, is one long song.
I read this once: Every day passes whether you participate or not. If you are not careful when you come to the end of your life, you may have only regrets.
I tell myself: Make the most of today every day, make every day your song. Sing…. just do it!
