Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Morning by the River

The ripples dance and lap the sand
Gentling tickling at the land
A bird swoops to ladel her thirst
As cool renewal is dispurst
Humble trees drink see and sky
The fluff of clouds billows by
The breeze comforts, stills the Earth
All Creation wakes to morning's birth
When in the sky a light shines down
And becomes the hillside's shimmering gown
The leaves they tremble in lining brush
A voice inside whispers hush

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