This Gift Of A Day
This Gift Of A Day
Pacific Highway racing in front
Like a silver runway illuminated
In dazzling sun beams
Falling behind to the whispered
Promise that summer has come
Early this spring
Swaying green foliage adorns its sides
Softly fanning the shady forest ground
Through filigreed bridges sunlight
Dances gleefully
Glittering and sparkling like precious gems
On turquoise waters
Small fishing vessels meander
Against the swell of sea tides
Sails flutter lazily on the warm breeze
Picture postcard perfect
High above marshmallow cloud smile down
On fishermen earning their daily bread
“Fresh Water Oysters for sale,” a road sign proclaims
Summer only a whisper away
On this gift of a day
As temperature climb
Following the curve of the highway
Pacific Highway racing in front
Like a silver runway illuminated
In dazzling sun beams
Falling behind to the whispered
Promise that summer has come
Early this spring
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