Johnathan Andrew Collins
A New Day - Poem by Johnathan Andrew Collins
When winter comes,
The birds migrate,
They leave for a period of time.
But when summer arrives,
It is the right time,
For the birds to come back home.
Imagine a bird with a broken wing,
Unable to fly in the sky.
But you nurtured me and you taught me to fly even high.
Imagine a library full of books,
So full of knowledge.
But the lessons that you taught me,
Was so much important.
Our injuries, our deep wound,
Are all mended by you.
Your heart so kind, your heart so pure,
You taught us to be true.
Has a sunset and dusk.
But every midnight,
Every single midnight,
Is followed by a new day.
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