A Melody Of My Soul Poem by Juan Olivarez

To see the good in everyone,
To welcome loss, though you wish you'd won.
to be touched each day by the rising sun,
And to see him off when the day is done.

To feel the wind carress your hair,
To smile when it's more, than you can bear.
To dream in the clouds when the wind is fair,
To show each day, how much you care.

To watch the rising moon each night,
To bathe beneath it's ghostly light.
To never tire of it's mystic sight,
As it reaches down from eternal heights.

To live each day as if it were your last,
To life and heaven to cling to fast.
To wonder at the skies, so wide and vast,
To live for tomorrow, not forgetting the past.