A Michigan Waterfall
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
–Goethe
Grace of Birthday
Grace of Birthday enters gently in crowds of wandering souls,
She sprinkles on them dewy drops of hopeful things to come,
forging paths for humble understanding and giving them roses of pure love.
O Grace of Birthday, never stop pouring down your loveliness upon this universe.
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