Just Another Day Poem by Norman E Dale

Petals open in the morn,
faces turn toward the dawn.
Like golden orb, the sun climbs high,
or raindrops drip, like a tear filled eye.

It's just another day.

The world lies limp in the noonday heat,
an evening breeze wafts perfume sweet.
The roaring tide is calmed at ebb.
The thunder dies when the storm has fled.

It's just another day.

The songbird trills his song of praise,
the cows don't notice as they graze,
the world spins round, just like it should,
and man fells trees in the bluebell wood.

Yep. it's just another day.