Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Morning Light

"The sun rays drift across the acorn fields,
The crops wavering in the morning breeze,
The birds sing as the light washes over the tree tops,
The songs cleanse the world free,
Joining with the light to bring life back into play,
As a new day starts to end,
End as life is meant, so that it may start again.

With Love,