Magnolia tree in bloom on our street.

Reaching out for sunshine

it slips right through my hands.


Glimmers gold, 

but cannot be held

It's riches are untold.


Lifting heads up to the sky

Our petals open wide


Feel the warmth 

bask in the glow,

enjoy the fleeting presence.


Like a string of pearls 

collect the days and moments.


Sending (((hugs)))

Be Well,





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