Sunrises in your eyes,
Silences of the dawning skies,
the grace when you stride on by.
Soft songs
your child sings in rhyme.
The rainbow
when the rain is still,
the silence of my heart when
I lay with you -
Birds that fly so free,
the ocean wave
as it drifts towards me.
Winds blowing high in the trees.
Sleep as it descends on me.
Beauty in the flowers
we hold within.
Nature's course,
it comes and goes,
we know.
There's beauty in
our harmony
our poetry
our one singing voice.
There is beauty
in the lives we
live, as they
run
their course.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Sunrises in your eyes,
Silences of the dawning skies,
the grace when you stride on by.
Soft songs
your child sings in rhyme.
The rainbow
when the rain is still,
the silence of my heart when
I lay with you -
Birds that fly so free,
the ocean wave
as it drifts towards me.
Winds blowing high in the trees.
Sleep as it descends on me.
Beauty in the flowers
we hold within.
Nature's course,
it comes and goes,
we know.
There's beauty in
our harmony
our poetry
our one singing voice.
There is beauty
in the lives we
live, as they
run
their course.
