evening comes
and the little bird sings
chickadee-dee-dee.
nothing matters in the most
wonderful way.
soothing waves washing
over soft sand beds and
children giggling
beneath the sun.
it’s a game.
so they win.
stars shine
wonderfully unknowing to everything but
the beautiful insignificance
of the world
for now they shine.
tomorrow doesn’t matter.
Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.
Hazel J. Hall 
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