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.
The Writings of Hazel J. Hall 
We have only today for nothing more is promised. …
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Yes, what matters most is what we do today and still the world is whatever we make of it 🙂 Thank you for sharing
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You’re welcome, Hazel! I’m in complete agreement! …
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