Your countenance is radiant,
like morning light weaving through trees,
soft whispers of breeze dancing on leaves,
the gentle sway of petals in bloom.
You walk upon the earth
as if it were woven from dreams,
each step a brushstroke,
each glance a melody,
echoing in the hearts of those who meet you.
Time halts in your presence,
clouds pause to listen,
birds abandon their nests,
captivated by the calm in your stride.
Laughter spills from your lips,
a cascade of silver sunlight,
filling the air with warmth,
wrapping the weary in a hug of joy.
You turn awkward moments into art,
always possessing a Godgiven grace,
as though the Lord's joy beams from
your face.
In the quiet of twilight,
your essence lingers,
a gentle reminder
that beauty is found
in the way you simply are.
I can really only write if inspired. This person is extremely inspirational. The "muse" has moved me. Much love, folks. I hope you're all hanging in there.