Poem: 37 lines

So the moon and sun,
and the spinning of the earth,
and here’s today,
with thirty seven.
There’s glimpses,
and glimmers,
and maybe,
and hope.
Off in the distance,
the trees are growing,
but here though,
out in the ocean,
almost a raft.
This isn’t the day,
but looking on,
it does feel strange,
to be at this point.
This isn’t the day,
but somehow,
the morning is seen.
In the positive,
there are positives,
in the negative,
it’s so far away.
Today though,
and for the seven,
there’s not doing,
there’s not focusing.
Today though,
and for the seven,
there is happiness.
Wrapped in the box,
with the card and cake,
with the show and sights,
and bright balloons.
Today,
there is happiness.

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