The harsh wee calls
Of whip-poor-wills
On the night wind travels
Telling me how it feels**
        *-to be

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I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you

The first snow fall
Sparkling like diamonds
Even though it comes year after year
It seems magical
A newborn babies first cry
The look of Love in the parents eyes
It seems magical
The seasons changing from fall to winter
Spring to Summer
The preparations it brings
It seems magical
The blooming of flowers after a harsh winter
The fragrance they bring to the air
Makes me stop for a moment and stare
It seems magical
The first sunrise of each day
The rays of the sun
The moon at night to light our way
The starlight sky
So beautiful I could cry
The feeling that anything is possible
It seems magical

Windblown bare branches
whistle near creek and the fields.
Soon ice cover pond.

*Тадеус

In meadows green and lush
I often see butterfly on graceful wing
Going about through the day
Flitting flower to flower.
To surprise me along paths
Ladybug rest upon my shoulder
Without a sound as butterfly
But so tiny and colourful
Then flies away home.
Ah, near the closing of day
Firefly light up the meadow so dim
With flickering light so soothing
Night curtains close but warmth of firefly lingers.
Before going to sleep I watch firefly
And listen to nature's nocturne.


*Тадеус