I imagine a place, where the sunshine lives.
where the songs of the early birds pull us from slumber.
where love and joy fill the air; the very oxygen we breathe.
in the midst of nature's truth, nature's beauty...
all of life's meaning is laid out before us,
daring us to love,
and live,
to grow,
to discover the gifts we've been given.
we'll sit and pass the time underneath the shade of a great tree,
watching the clouds roll by.
skip stones on warm summer days
lay on the grass in the twilight gazing up at the stars...
hand-in-hand-in-hand
our hearts are full
You and I will
still gaze at each other all "googly" eyed
with smiles and love
and the stars above
in that place that we call home.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
I imagine a place, where the sunshine lives.
where the songs of the early birds pull us from slumber.
where love and joy fill the air; the very oxygen we breathe.
in the midst of nature's truth, nature's beauty...
all of life's meaning is laid out before us,
daring us to love,
and live,
to grow,
to discover the gifts we've been given.
we'll sit and pass the time underneath the shade of a great tree,
watching the clouds roll by.
skip stones on warm summer days
lay on the grass in the twilight gazing up at the stars...
hand-in-hand-in-hand
our hearts are full
You and I will
still gaze at each other all "googly" eyed
with smiles and love
and the stars above
in that place that we call home.
Angel Ann Fulford 12/2016
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