Whispers flow in the darkness,
carried by the kiss of the breeze
Soft melodic melodies,
awaken our souls,
softly touch our senses
Enveloped by ebony night,
part of this nocturnal world
is filled with creatures singing.
Strange woodland voices echo
choruses in unison
Tall trees stand as silent sentinels,
while moonlight crowns their heads
It filters through glistening leaves,
casting shadowy fingers
onto cool earth
From the silent lake,
a silver shrouded mist
arises, slowly crawling,
expanding towards an
untraceable shoreline
Nocturnal treasures are gifts,
received and accepted by some,
enjoyed and coveted by others,
unnoticed by a few
They are the vintage presents
from mother earth
OH MARYGRACE HOW INSPIRING! FOR THOSE WHO NOTICE SUCH THINGS AND JUST TAKE THEIR SURROUNDING FOR GRANTED THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING OF, AS YOU RIGHTFULLY NAMED IT,...'NOCTURAL TREASURES'...SOME OF THOSE 'PRICELESS' GIFTS FROM 'HIM'. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
your words have touched my heart and soul, nature has a way of telling us to listen to her heart. thank you for sharing your special words with us
love and hugs
mary etta
lovely work!!
lyric sentiments
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Love And Prayers
Always!!
love and hugs
mary etta
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fine control and depth in your expression, so much richness in this evocation. Yes!
John
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Harold M. Nash