#WritcoPoemPrompt112

With all that life can bless and store,
A world awaits we can’t ignore.
Each day a gift, each dawn a gleam,
Each soul a spark, each heart a dream.

Though slumber calls, serene and still,
The restless night holds its own thrill.
For hours unslept and stars that glow,
Reveal the beauty few may know.

Where others drift in calm repose,
I find the...