February 1977

Our red book: Generations. 

As the sun rises, the world awakens
yet half of it still sleeps
The birds fly high, soaring  in the wind
The flowers bloom, observing the heat
Of the flaming star
Animals wander, young ones staying close
to their mothers
The afternoon is quick, too soon for hunters.
The sun goes down slowly, leaving a path
for it to follow the next morning
The moon makes its appearance,
telling the world to rest sleepy eyes
As lights go out, one half of the world
awakens to the glorious day ahead of them.
Janine Cottrell, Feb 1977

Generations.