Sara's Poems

An Ordinary Day

It is just an ordinary day

or so you say.

Do you hear the music in the air,

aren't those birds singing with so much flair?

What just fluttered by your face

flying softly with such grace?

Take a deep breathe and exhale

fresh and crisp, gentle and frail

as your senses decipher each spell

the air, the lovely blooms, all tell

an ordinary day, never

for each one brings a new adventure.

 

Make this one special in your own way

for whatever makes you happy

can never be an Ordinary Day!

 

Sara Gardner Blow 7/13/2010