When worries press upon me
And life's burdens get me down,
I have a special place to go
Each morning after dawn.
It is a place so tranquil,
That my burdens sail away.
I sit beneath the pine trees
Deeply rooted in the clay.
This is my safe harbor -
A place where I can go,
And gaze down on the pool
Where I keep watch for the doe.
She steps out of the forest,
Raises head and sniffs the air.
Tranquility envelopes me,
As I watch her drinking there.
She drinks of crystal water,
Before vanishing in the trees,
And I ponder God's creations,
In the early morning breeze.
Copyright (c) 2000 - 2005
by Mary M. Alward
All Rights Reserved.
Fairy by Enya