The tide recedes,
but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down
but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops
and yet it lingers on
In sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains
Author Unknown
but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down
but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops
and yet it lingers on
In sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains
Author Unknown