Sunshine Across My Life

May 7, 2012
The sweet song they sing longingly awaiting sunrise
OR the drops dripping from the sky

If you listen quietly you may be able to hear the
wind moaning in morn as it whips around the tree tops
Never stop moving as it does

To hear the drops of dew slipping across the great green plains
The leafs lifting in happiness as it catches their first rays
To hear a babe's first cry or the patter on the wood floors
To see the waters wind, curve and glisten
Nature is our natural way of life
Near the norm as the nothing becomes a something





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