Can this mind be at peace with the moon and the stars
In my nights?
Will these feelings repose with sun, rain and clouds
All day long?
Could my body relax with trees, flowers, grass
For each dawn?
And at evening light
Are vague hopes made bright
As the glint of childhood eyes?
Oh, yes…
If my moments rejoice
In that generous chorus
Of thankfulness graciously born
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