Another Day



Winter freeze turns to summer breeze,
It’s another day.
A love lost, another found,
It’s another day.
The beauty of today is the shadow of sorrow past,
Because it’s another day.


The wind blows gently through the trees,
My hair is falling like the leaves.
A butterfly sits upon the grass where all the flowers are gone,
Spreads its wings and flies away,
Says “I’ll return another day”.

Geoff Mooney