the birds chirping in the trees
dew drops on the leaves
the fresh scent of the breeze
spring sun shining bright
snow clad mountains standing with might
the river ever flowing with a twist slight
the rain drops dancing pitter patter
bees and flowers in a constant chatter
and I ponder
existence of all things I knew all along
to a distant world they did belong
now all of these seem like a song
because Love made them beautiful and real
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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