As I walk through the fields
Where the daisies play
A soft breeze blowing
What a wonderful day.
The sweet scent of evening
Everything done, nothing to do
My thoughts ramble as I stroll
That's when I think of you.
My dearest friend, one I adore
I would like to say
Your friendship is so special
More and more every day.
As I watch the fresh white daisies
As they sway to and fro
I think of my very special friend
And I wanted you to know.
@Ginny Bryant
~**~
Psalm 90:14 (KJV)
O satisfy us early with thy mercy;
that we may rejoice
and be glad all our days.
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