In this time of drought
My eyes have failed to see the gift of beauty
You place at my feet every day
The dew making the grass bend in the morning
The crisp bite of the morning air
The scent of the new day as the sun peaks over the horizon
The flowers opening as the day’s light kiss them good morning
The warmth of the gentle spring rain
The perfume as it falls from the sky
To water my soul
A reminder of the living water
You place in my grasp each day
Open my eyes to see
My ears to hear
My heart to love
My hands to share
The gift of each new day
To walk in your way
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