alone in peace with my thoughts, my dreams,my hopes, and fears,
the leaves rustle hurriedly past my feet whispering to me as they go,
a serenade of a thousand voices lift my spirits with each new song,
sun beams gently break through the trees and warmly caress my face,
I am free I am content my mind releases of all sorrow I am at peace.
S.M.
"STORM"
A storm is brewing the mighty willows bow gracefully,
as if to aknowledge the strength and might of the wind,
birds fly to safety amoungst the mighty trees branches,
gusts of wind sound thier loud warning to all who listen,
the sky darkens with contempt for all who dare to stay,
lightening flashes and thunder makes it's mighty roar,
the rain begins to fall softly than harshly without warning,
Mother nature speaks showing her wisdom without words.
passes by face,
It reminds me of your favorite perfume that you loved,
I know its not you for youve been gone so long now,
You left without warning or even a loving good-bye,
But so much reminds me of your loving ways and tender touch,
Its hard to forget and Im not afraid to say Im glad I cant,
I know I will see you again someday and smell your sweetness,
As I walk through heavens gates and see your smiling face once again.
S.M.
