Words
The Word a word my words your words all can have the beauty of a heavenly song bird
Dawn Chorus
From the dawn the chorus grows melodic magic washing away life’s daemon foes
Recedes
As the Sun rains down water recedes beauty blossoms after the seed
Embodied
Your radiance transcends the heart and soul your kindness allows a broken one to be whole You can be gently felt when the heart is true all that we are is embodied with you
Behold
From the waterfall the butterfly emerges wet and cold still a Wonder a Beauty to behold
