12 November, 2008
- merle ann johnson
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Morning
Wildflowers and butterfly's
Blow in the soft morning breeze
Sunbeams are warm and comforting
As the cool air whistles through the trees
Birds chanting their morning song
Which echo from branch to ground
The sky so blue, the grass so green
I'm waiting, oh waiting, longing to be found
Peaceful awareness of soft memories
Coolness and warmness around where I lay
A bright glorious morning
Turning into a hot restful day.
written in may 1974...36 yrs ago :o) Hugs
