Natural

You, with your natural ways

like sunbeams kissing the waves,

when the world is hard to trace

what brings cheer is your kind face.

 

Like trees, swaying in the breeze

your presence a pleasing ease;

soft, a touch that harbours peace,

light hands holding a fresh lease.

 

After a night cold and dark,

your smile a sight, saintly spark

lighting a fire that burns bright,

no shadows now give a fright.

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