I walked along through the woods as crickets sang their song.
I felt the whisper of the summer breeze, not too weak but not too strong.
The sky was black but stars shown brightly, twinkling in my eye.
The moon was full and there were no clouds accept for a few gently that floated by.
I allowed my mind to luxuriate in the gentle summer breeze which rustled through the trees.
It caused the leaves to gently sway as if dancing in the breeze.
If this beautiful night were to never end I would have no reason to complain.
Its beautiful was a reminder of Heaven and its beauty was by God ordained.
Warmest regards ...
Reginald V. Johnson
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Regis