The gold is rich in a setting sun,
Soon this day will soon be done,
Yet, as I consider the day that's spent,
I feel the blessings Spirit sent.
Each month is more than just the days,
That pass on by in many ways.
It's more than hours of minutes, seconds too.
It's life in all its colours and hue.
It's sounds of laughter, the shedding of tears,
Finding a way through tough times and fears,
Walking a path, crossing a stream.
Life takes us everywhere, even to dream.
I dreamt of setting my voice free,
To paint and craft a gratitude for what I see.
I share it, not too loud but proud,
To say, 'Here I am, this is me'.
