Fresh Spring Air

The miracles are there
Like sweet spring dew
In the fresh morning air
If you don't open your eyes
You will miss out
On the gift wrapped surprise
That is to be seen in life
If you don't allow yourself to feel
You may miss out
On all that is real
Open your eyes
Open your heart
See the joys in life
Appreciate its art
The miracles are there
Like sweet spring dew
In the fresh morning air

by Allen Steble

Comments (4)

Allen This is a good piece of poetry I like it
Wow, Allen, just this morning I think I had a siimilar experience. I was out in the mroning sun and enjoyed the scenery so thoroughly that I wanted to shout to all my family members inside the house, come out, come out. This poem is excellently written, a source of inspiration.
A great poem, like it.
Very good, words of wisdom.