A Poem By JustinWhen Each Day Has Come To An EndWhen each day has come to an end It's the sunset on my window that transcends. Another beautiful day is here upon the earth And your mental state of hope has begun to rebirth. You have the flowers blooming of all different colours And a sweet perfumed scent like no other The sky above is of a sapphire-blue And the grass with the wetness of dew. In the yards almost everywhere Are people that open their hearts to prayer Looking to refresh their souls once again When each day has come to an end. Justin, Mississippi - June, 2000 |