A Birthday Thought

The morning sun lights up the tops of trees
And spreads the lovely lawns with misty dew,
As mother nature slowly stirs itself,
To arouse a world of beauty and despair.

Dark clouds begin to form and rains to fall,
When creatures learn to hate - not love their own.
No wonder then, that growing old at ninety-one,
We pray to see the days when all agree -
This world we know has not grown worse -
It only takes more love to understand!

by Roy L. Madison

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