Another day of baking sky
where swifts and swallows dance,
where gentle breezes carry ease
to Bethels green expanse,
where butterflies on nectars search
patrol the flower borders
and somehow find a way to trust
in Mother Nature’s orders.
In mythic tune the blackbird trills
and speaks the seasons glory
beneath it hums the drone of bees
in a neverending story,
as meadows patch the everblue
relentless month delivers
aridity to those that bathe
in slowly moving rivers.
Ahead of us the forecast speaks
enduringly of blue
of endless days of solar rays
with moisture not in view,
and so we learn to live within
the changes we have wrought
alongside all the butterflies
in the lessons that are taught.
I hope and trust that each of us
can find a way to thrive
and live well within the changes
as tomorrow comes alive
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