Guest guest Posted December 20, 2001 Report Share Posted December 20, 2001 Sounds Of Morning... Filtering through, high clouds of delicate white, the rays from the sun, makes everything bright. Turquoise skies bathe openly, in oceans of love, all is compassionate, from the creator above. In the sweetness of morning, that follow the dew, flowers come into full beauty, some of them new. A skylark is heard, that adds sounds of the day, like hymns that are sung, I take time to pray. Whispering sounds from the brook, trickle on through, mother nature so caring, ever loving and true. Tranquil waters that heal, continue to flow, sounds of mornings like this, in spirit we grow. The wonder of wonders, doesn't stop here, days started like this, in love add to our years. The source of all life, we hold in our thoughts, mornings like this and what they have brought. The sounds of the morning, are heard in my heart, each and every breath that I take, I make a new start. Like the sound of the brook, I get on with the day, if I follow my heart, I will not wander or stray. © 1994 by Harold A. Sutton Hope that this message finds you well. Have a good day. In love and friendship, Harold http://gemsofthought.tripod.com/poetry/ --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.310 / Virus Database: 171 - Release 19/12/01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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