This is a poem about the endless chores that we do everyday.

Creation and life begins anew. When you finally can hear the music inside of you and destiny is calling. You want to sing a song.

Do you ever have those days when the busyness of life really starts crowding in on you and then something special happens out of the blue that makes the day take on a special shine despite all the push and shove. Here is the reason why.

A never ending poem.

I already knew it.

Just a little poem I made.

Rain that’s needed for Spring flowers.

By Kahlil Gibran.

A great morning!

Curiousity killed the cat.