THOMAS KINKADE "A NEW DAY DAWNING"

 A NEW DAY DAWNING

Oh lie thee still, oh gentle one.
Rest thy tired and weary bones.
Let the peace thy slowly comfort,
And sleep, thy eyes possess.
Wander then, into land of dreams
And loose thyself, in glory's realm.
Rest now; and waketh in the morrow,
When the dawn breaks softly across the virgin sky.
Bright sunshine filters onto vast green planes,
Where dew drops glisten, like brilliant jewels.
The sun creeps slowly thru your window pane.
Taking you gently, into its warm embrace.

©Elga R. Bretton
Copyright 2004