Each morning of our life, br There is a new song br And when dusk arrive, br These, remain and carry on; br Futile is our love story, br If enlighten is not there, br With tuneful morning glory br And basket of fruits to bear. br br Freedom is no yesterday, br Nor is it in a book we read, br It is the doing of our say br And how we others treat; br Flower within your breast br Are beautiful of wisdom, br If they are for love that is least, br They truly shall forward bloom. br br Our heaven is not in book, br Or a story that once was told, br Nor is it of rainbow look, br It is what we give and hold; br Let there be love in what we do br And kindness is what you give, br Then prosperity becomes you br And justice shall with you live.br br Peter S.