The garden’s full of dying blooms,
And yet her cherry smileLights up its withered countenance
With her sweet, classy style.
Not bowing to the bitterness
That touches other hearts,
Instead she offers loving joy,
With all that it imparts.
She chooses to see life as sweet,
Despite what greets her eyes,
Delighting in each new dawn as
A breathtaking surprise.
For it is not the autumn’s chill
She feels at each day’s start,
But the warm breath of her God’s love
That blooms within her heart.
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