For every creek stone that contains the rushing waters , every unique tree dotting the forest , a drop of morning dew reflecting the morning Sun , the changing colors of the canopy high above ..
The glow in ones heart as the soul is touched , a familiar hand on the shoulder can mean so much ..
Gardenias that captivate the senses in the Summer breeze , the morning fog that obscures mountain scenery , the call of nestlings in a Cottonwood Tree , the endless foraging of a Carpenter Bee ..
A mind secured in the glow of meditation , a place in your heart for all mankind , the blessings of divination for all creatures , the heartfelt song of liberty performed for every nation ..
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
For every creek stone that contains the rushing waters , every unique tree dotting the forest , a drop of morning dew reflecting the morning Sun , the changing colors of the canopy high above ..
The glow in ones heart as the soul is touched , a familiar hand on the shoulder can mean so much ..
Gardenias that captivate the senses in the Summer breeze , the morning fog that obscures mountain scenery , the call of nestlings in a Cottonwood Tree , the endless foraging of a Carpenter Bee ..
A mind secured in the glow of meditation , a place in your heart for all mankind , the blessings of divination for all creatures , the heartfelt song of liberty performed for every nation ..
Copyright December 8 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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