giving warmth to everyone.
White is smooth and shining spheres
of jewels born of oyster tears.
White is a pillow softer than soft
that bears my fondest dreams aloft.
White is the crown that I will wear
when age and experience color my hair.
White is the moon and glimmering stars,
the curling strands of morning mist
the wings of a swan in flight
the curled up fingers of a baby's fist.
White is a rose spangled with dew
a tiny cloud in a sky of blue
the sweetest fruit of the tree of life
and our dear Lord who stands for truth and right.
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