Treasures
by Ron Carnell
It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.
It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of opennessWith geese and wrens in flight.
It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One warm, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to our God.
Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which you extend
And none I'll ever treasure more,
Than to simply be your friend.

On this Special day....
A Special girl was born...
A Special friend of mine whom I simply adore ~
Happy Birthday my dearest friend, Li Li~
2 comments:
Hello, Veria!
Nice, nice and nice!
Thank you.
Hi Hui!
Thanks! cherished our friendship dearly...
Li =D
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