Happy Day

Pouring words,

They flow like silver moutain streams,

down to a valley in winter.

But a drop of water means nothing 

unless it is poured with others

Just like it.

A word by itself means nothing!

Meaning is poured into a word 

when in the contex of other words.

To make poems, songs.

Like the word 'flight'.

To some it means fireflies dancing

and to others,

Flying with crystal wings.

One word alone can mean nothing or the world,

But is made known in the midst of others

Just like people.

People shouldn't be definded

by what they have

or who they know,

but by circumstance,

Because who we are and what we do

Is made by our experiances.

And the Lord, our God,

He watches us and blesses us all every day.

It's the little things that matter.

And it's different things that

put meaning into one small word.

But it is He 

that puts meaning into everything,

And created the world for us

So that we can learn meaning, too.

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


Amber Mahogany

This is to my Grandpa and Grandma.

I hope you don't mind me using your words!!!

And as you said, "You know a word itself doesn't mean anything. Duh!"

I love you!

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