our morning light appears,
either soft or harsh
depending upon the year;
taken in gradually, we
begin our day just like
all other days here in our
lonesome little valley of
no concern to others who
may live right next door;
day - after - day
it all begins and ends the same,
and when we sleep, we
we dream it will begin that
way again... over and over, as
that is the way our valley is;
neither rain nor snow nor sun
hampers the progress of days
and the world around us flows
like it always flowed whether
it be up or down stream;
life rests gently on its surroundings
and falls hard without consequence
when observed by the casual eye
that sees no harmony at all.
8Aug16
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