Wishes for A Friend May the early morning sun Shine on you today. A gentle breeze caress you, As you go along life's way. I wish you health and happiness, As the dew comes into view. And may each hour be blessed, With friendships fond and true. May your dreams all be fulfilled, You achieve your every goal. And at the end of the day, May peace touch your heart and soul. I Love You My Friend. God bless you more today.
Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, like the blue sky, sunshine, dew on a rose, eyes of an innocent child. To talk of suffering alone is one-sided. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us and all around us, everywhere, any time. You just have to take the time to notice them.
Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal.
The two circled around the back of the house, making sure that nobody saw them. Once inside, they found Patrick right where they had left him, sitting in front of Mark's computer. The only difference was that he was surrounded by bags of Doritos and cans of Mountain Dew. He looked up at them with wild eyes. You okay?" Courtney asked. I'm fantastic!" Patrick exclaimed. "This sugary drink is incredible!" Swell," Courtney remarked sarcastically. "He's wired on Dew.
The longest time that man may live, The lapse of generations of his race, The continent entire of time itself, Bears not proportion to Eternity; Huge as a fraction of a grain of dew Co-measured with the broad, unbounded ocean! There is the time of man--his proper time, Looking at which this life is but a gust, A puff of breath, that's scarcely felt ere gone!
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.