Lingering Joys
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers in the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes
on in sweet refrains . . .
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
by Author Unknown
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers in the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes
on in sweet refrains . . .
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
by Author Unknown
