Rain is falling although
I can see the sun creeping out and trying to chase the dark clouds away-
I would venture outward- the foliage on trees, the grass and
Black-eyed Susan’s are inviting- and
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Perhaps I could find my safety- and in spite of how fearful I become I must believe There shall be a day when I realize that flowers of many kinds are growing everywhere That I walk- whether imagined or true to life- and no matter where I make my journey, I shall no longer be afraid, as the reality of nature is indeed a miracle Among the many things you've said, these are the best.
Beautiful poem. I know we all have some momenrs like that.