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.
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