All the way through
Hands of the daylight Wind
Nurture the olive trees
Tenderly did propel,
Encircling the village
Landscapes stretched,
Herd of Sheep on the hillside lay
Whiter than snowfall;
Shepherds close watch them,
Rain showers come and go
Then from the blissful sky
Angels come down to the valleys
Singing their songs of ecstasy,


Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com