Monday, November 15, 2010

I’ll write it down, and just leave her to rest

Oh, 
now with the morning sun’s arrival  
A new dawn, and the sparkling green grass 
Upon the sun, rest the earth’s survival  
A poet praising through wet window glass  
Birds chirping, wind slowly blowing away 
Sun silently rises above, the skies 
Bright rays of light, indicating the day  
Hungry little ones weep, the mother flies 
The sky is filled with beautiful blue cloud 
It’s as lively as it could have ever been  
The beauty speaks to me, almost loud  
And splendor is like few have ever seen  
I stay away, but praising her to the best  
I’ll write it down, and just leave her to rest

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