By Crystal Arbogast

Each day brings outpouring of great emotion
Drawn upon the well of my life
It leaves me spent and wondering
Of the extent of my giving

My tears are for the mothers who weep at the graves
Of their children
Life taken prematurely and reawakening
The pain of their empty wombs

My prayers are with the soldiers
Who bow their heads in distant lands
And pray to their god for another day of life
Clinging to matted photographs of loved ones

My joy is for the children who overcome adversity
And find pleasure in the simple things of life
Their laughter fills the atmosphere as song lyrics
Rising to the master that composed them

My hope is with the ancient promise of a peaceful age
The sage song of Aquarius
I dream in exhausted slumber
And rejuvenate the waters of my soul