Days- a poem of the unseen

Days

I think of a spring breeze, rushing through the air,

It has no body, and yet it’s there,

And of the sunshine, I give praise,

For turning darkness into days.

Oh for these things we cannot see,

Without which, we could not be,

I give my thanks eternally.

Larry B.

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