On a summer morning.
How blessed is the sound of the falling rain on the parched earth.
No harsh light to blind the eyes
Just gentle hues of grey, green and gold.
The trees dance , relishing this day
As do I.
Thanks be to God.
~Shilo
On a summer morning.
How blessed is the sound of the falling rain on the parched earth.
No harsh light to blind the eyes
Just gentle hues of grey, green and gold.
The trees dance , relishing this day
As do I.
Thanks be to God.
~Shilo