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Exuberance
Our treasured property
Nobody, save us, owns the air we breathe
Or the early morning birdsong we hear
The water flowing in a stream is ours to drink
As are the steps we take and the peace we make
The beauty we are steeped in is ours to behold
The list of our possessions is long and runs deep
Seeped within, are our tears of compassion and pain
Our sleep to refresh our spent bodies and souls
The taste on our lips as we share our bread
The stain of blackberries succulently spread
The embrace, the hug, the kiss, the handshake, the smile
The bursts of laughter are both yours and mine
The tools of our creativity and talents, all ours to cherish
Blessed are we with a love to share and relish
Rich yet oft unaware of the magnitude of our wealth
We were born with a baby’s empathy for the cry of another
Let us not lose nor shed these treasures as we age
Instead, through our eyes, connect with our hearts
For we are the sentinels of a just and kind world and not (a)part
A world divinely created and gifted for our needs and yearnings.
As promised , a more positive me.
Heartfelt thanks to you and .
© Sylvia Wohlfarth 2025
