Thank you Lawton, a short but sweet to the point.
Like the eb and flow of the waves, life has it's ups and
downs.

Yvonne, I like that. We all must feel that we belong. No matter what
your tastes, there is a place for everyone. You belong, and the
world is a better place for you being here.

Springtime Magic by Patricia Claricia Saw you unwrap; like a gift You made an entrance Tender petals, withouta scratch From the soil emerged on The front lawn, a river Of flames Green leaves shooting from Bare "dead" sticks. Vibrantly clothing nature with Every color imaginable; and more Shades of red, of blue, greens and yellows Earthy gate, your silo of treasures You open wide. Your wings unfold From a dead cocoon A new day is dawn, a new Start for you. Your beautiful wings propel the air You flutter gracefully You are alive...springtime!

Thank you Patricia,

This is a beautiful poem.