Dance Of Light
Yellow unto green gold.
Sunlight’s dance beholds.
Butterflies wings dainty come soft.
Dreams reveal faded glory sought.
So whisper now these woods unto my soul.
Genteel are its salutations; a heart made whole.
Therefore sleep sweet this day beneath the hickories shade.
Sleep sweet in woods so deep, inhaling the glory God has made.
J. Allen Wilson © 9/2007
xo Taylor
Thanks,
Dan
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Karen
Thanks and best regards,
Chris
What a picture. What a poem. Both perfectly compliment the other with stunning imagery: yes. One to save. Thank you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
bBautiful brightness with the wonder of Grace.
Love,
Susan