How Precious, This Life
When I watch a beautiful sunset, of an evening's sky,
and the sparkling beams, cast by a full moon's light,
I realize the grand potential, that our life has to offer,
So much to be then treasured, in our fine gift of sight.
The wonderful crescendos of the Maestro's voice,
such a special quality, as in our listening choice,
We marvel at the sounds, heard in music's delight,
The gifts of our hearing, adds a luster, one so bright.
The breath in the morning, and in the golden sunrise,
The scents life has to offer, are so valued and prized.
the smell of the roses, as an intoxication, so sublime,
Romances our senses, with their bouquet, so divine.
The feel of warmth, and a mother's gentlest touch,
A welcomed security, as to be loved and means so much,
The chill of the evening, on the heightening breeze,
Give repose to all understanding, our feelings to please.
A sanctuary to be given, to us, of this, our most special world,
As in warming beds, all snuggled up, where our small children curl,
To be most revered and regarded, from this grand benevolence,
This blessed celebration of life, To give us all, our own reassurance
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