The world will be savedby beauty.
Not by gunsor politicians or warlords.But by hummingbirdsand magnoliasand evening serenades.The sweet succulent fruithanging from branchesThat’s what will save us.
Morning walks in the foga baby's smilethe first petals of springjasmine.A glorious sunset
bringing with itthe hopeof another day.
©2016 Sherrie Lovler