Rainbow flowers float, On a blue pond in sunshine, Embrace life fully.
Christmas stockings are, Hanging ready by the hearth, Empty and waiting.
Eight billion people, Stand with six feet between them, Each one all alone.
One hundred fifty, Days writing on this website, It never gets old.
Kids play in sunshine, Laughter friendship happiness, Outlives all of us.
To open the sky, Or to hurt and to hinder, The power of words.
Warm sun and cool breeze, Children laugh somewhere nearby, A beautiful day.