#1619-Goodness
05/01/2022
Frosty mornings,
Above it all.
Where blue skies,
Mask reality on the ground.
When known truths
Are believed, but not lived.
Yet as children speak,
Darkness fades,
Revealing horizons,
Unhindered by noise and dirt.
Those are magical days,
Sprinkled laughter and brightness,
In a special place,
Made of dreams,
Smiles, and goodness.
