Quality
The quality of your presence,
is like the gentle misting dew.
Awakening each morning,
to sweet kisses from you.
The quality of a relationship,
is not measured from without,
but nurtured in cooperation,
even when in doubt.
The quality of nature is imbued,
in its survival code,
only the strong survive,
to pave the natural road.
The quality of a government,
is in its peoples' hand.
To alter or abolish it,
one must take a stand.
The quality of a work,
is not in what it sells for,
but in the care that was taken,
to make it better than before.
The quality of life,
is not in making money.
But in a feeling of fulfillment,
in this land of milk and honey.
We all should strive for quality,
in what ere we seek to do,
for where we find quality,
we find a better you.
Nature shows us perfection in its
adaption to natural landscapes
with abundant life.
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath…."
– Shakespeare
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2/12/15
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