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What makes this day beautiful?
Why is each day's arrival so graceful?
Stand still and look around.
So many miracles to be found.
No matter what ever the weather.
Regardless if you are dressed in rags or leather.
The sun always shines somewhere.
So I sit back in my grandfathers rocking chair.
I think of all the beauty.
That abundantly surrounds me.
The song of a Mocking Bird.
A bee collecting pollen completely undeterred.
The birth of a new born baby child.
The fragrance of Daffodils so mild.
These are the things one would think.
That would stop humans falling off the brink.
But the majority of mankind
Is oblivious and blind.
We can't for one moment realise.
At our own hand our demise will materialise.


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What Makes This Day Beautiful?....
Date: Friday, 6th February 2015 @ 08:06:53 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RussellReinhardt
30:12:2014....

What makes this day beautiful?
Why is each day's arrival so graceful?
Stand still and look around.
So many miracles to be found.
No matter what ever the weather.
Regardless if you are dressed in rags or leather.
The sun always shines somewhere.
So I sit back in my grandfathers rocking chair.
I think of all the beauty.
That abundantly surrounds me.
The song of a Mocking Bird.
A bee collecting pollen completely undeterred.
The birth of a new born baby child.
The fragrance of Daffodils so mild.
These are the things one would think.
That would stop humans falling off the brink.
But the majority of mankind
Is oblivious and blind.
We can't for one moment realise.
At our own hand our demise will materialise.


RR

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