Hopes Anew

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As the orange hue
Shades the sky
My thoughts, though few
Grow wings and fly.
This morning breeze
Oh, breeze so fine
You brush with ease
This soul of mine.
When this morning air
Seeps into me
Without a care
My soul flies free.

Dear new day
I thank you so
For each new way
I’ve been through.
For every day new
Every little breeze
Every drop of dew
Sitting on the leaves.
Thank you for this life
Thank you for your love
Dear ruler of the skies
Lord of the world above.

This article first appeared in The Festember Blog.