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The Music of the HeartIn every human heart there is always a special song.A melody that touches the soul, a melody that can do no wrong.Sometimes we hear a sad song when good friends part,Or simply for a broken tired heart.Sometimes we hear a happy song when a new baby is born.Or simply it is just for a beautiful morn.With any song there are many movements,But that divine melody never ever relents.One movement will be sad; the next movement will make us feel glad.Life is made up of many songs.Each song is special. Each song belongs.Each day is orchestrated to perfection by the divine.But there will always be one song that is uniquely mine.The music of the heart accompanies us throughout life.In happiness and in strife.But it will always be there to bring comfort and peace.With this melody comes the greatest release.Embrace that special song in your heart.That divine melody and you will never ever part.It will always be there when you need to hear it.Be still, be at peace and listen to it.Always give thanks for that special song from above.Listen to the music of the heart and fill the world with love.© Andrew PellHave A Great Day HugsssssssDon

The Dew Drop Peter Hughes As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings. There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out. Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special dew drop of them all.Ah, it was good to be a dew drop.The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the leaf, towards the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change? Why? Why?The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no use.Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally...And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop merged with the vastness that was the pond. Now the dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.It had become one with the whole.Have a great DayHugssssssssssDon

Butterflies by K.C. Fahel I crawl alone along the ground I creep along my way I look up and I see the sky I wish so hard that I can fly And soar above the day I'm shadowed by the swaying grass And leaves on plants and trees Between them all I see the sun I dream of all the wondrous fun Of flying on the breeze I'm thinking that I'm all alone When I discover here Some others who, all just like me Just wishing that they too were free To find compassion near They notice me, I notice them We soar up to the skies We glide on love's uplifting air Within the kindness that we all share We've become butterfliesHave A great DayHugsssssssDon