As The Ripples Grow
The crimson streaks across the ending day
colourize the coming clouds of night.
We trace the colours in the water
just to watch the ripples grow.
Love and friendship is like the ripples
and expand as they grow.
We hold on to others
as the rings begin to grow.
As our life passes everyday,
new loves and friendships
keep coming to unfold
making our lives richer.
We rejoice in the magic
each day our life brings
and enjoy the music
that makes our hearts sing.
17 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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