Monday Mural
A delicate beauty, gleaming,
Slowly, by the sun scorched.
Wilting away, withering off
Shriveling gradually in fatigue.
All it takes is a sprinkle,
A cloudy respite would do,
Back to blossoming it goes,
Unmindful of sun's fury.
Isn't life ever so similar?
Challenges all along the way,
Droopy shoulders let out a sigh,
all need a breath of fresh air!
A little spray is what we need,
No one awaits a pouring shower
Little pearls of joy one collects,
To smile away all the tears.
Everyone and everything needs some attention sometime. Nice job. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza sums up the poem so nicely-- 'little pearls of joy'. I carry that line around with me today.
ReplyDeleteI liked this much JS, so very much...it ties in with the subject "Jolt of Joy" so much and it is exactly what I needed for this week :)
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