isolated_rain
08-24-06, 02:35 PM
The early morning dew placed upon ridges of gods green
Reminds me of kisses placed by a mother,
upon the sweet soft forehead of a newborn child
They dance on the leaves and glisten in the eyes of God himself,
Just as I can imagine her kisses linger on the skin of her child,
and a tear falls from the eyes of God, as he himself is overwhelmed
The blanket of fog that has its weight on the morning air,
Lays upon the world like a soft blanket upon a sleepy camper,
Shielding him from the crisp morning air, as he begins to stir beneath it
The birds whistle their sing-song melody ,
Just as a mother might sing to her child who is in dismay,
and with just the sound of natures voice, the world comes alive
The early morning dew shines on my toes as I walk the morning fog,
I want to whisper in Gods ear my thankfulness for this day,
Like a child wants to whisper a secret in the ears of everyone
Reminds me of kisses placed by a mother,
upon the sweet soft forehead of a newborn child
They dance on the leaves and glisten in the eyes of God himself,
Just as I can imagine her kisses linger on the skin of her child,
and a tear falls from the eyes of God, as he himself is overwhelmed
The blanket of fog that has its weight on the morning air,
Lays upon the world like a soft blanket upon a sleepy camper,
Shielding him from the crisp morning air, as he begins to stir beneath it
The birds whistle their sing-song melody ,
Just as a mother might sing to her child who is in dismay,
and with just the sound of natures voice, the world comes alive
The early morning dew shines on my toes as I walk the morning fog,
I want to whisper in Gods ear my thankfulness for this day,
Like a child wants to whisper a secret in the ears of everyone