Little Things
It was early in the morn
Fore the dawn that never was
For I had passed the sunset
Long ago
The moonlight cast its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
Where only wings of seraphs
Touch the snow
But I was not mistaken
When the light shined through the trees
Where reason can’t explain what
One may “know”
Truth is always there inside
When stillness brings the sparrow
Where little things in life
Let passion flow
Fore moonlight casts its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
You must touch the breeze when
Soft winds blow
Lest you may taste the morning
Fore the dawn that never was
For you had passed the sunset
Long ago
Michael33
Yes, they are little-accumulated things that put us in awe and sends us into reverie. Hope you are well Micheal.
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