Soft kisses from the morning sun
On dewy petals where the bees do hum.
Softly blows the springtime breeze
Through glistening branches with shiny green leaves.
Softly plays the magical lure
Of a life that’s lived on a note so pure.
A sting may harm, a wind can erase
But purity deserves every praise!
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.