Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
Charles Dickens
Surrender, not with sorrow
But with tender heart
Take yesterday’s morrow
And shape it into art
Remember, not with sadness
What has passed away
But with humble gladness
Be thankful for today
Endeavor, not with torment
To keep this in mind
What we put in moments
Is what we leave behind
© Janet Martin
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