It Must Be Beautiful
To See The Stars
Sitting On Tops Of Mountains…
To Touch The Sliver-
Of Sunlight
As It Dances Thru Your Yard.
Somewhere-
The Day Has Stood Still-And All Is Well.
Unspolied Beauty,
God Painstakingly With His Hand
Drew Back Winters Snow…
And Beckoned
Spring In Provence-
To Make All Things New