Morning
Morning
As the world lays sleeping
The grass still grows.
As the world lays sleeping,
the sun kisses the earth,
Streams caress ,
and a whispering wind blows,
as the world lays sleeping ,
the earth dreams .
Longing and hopeful.
as the world lays sleeping.
Copyright © Elisabeth Harrison | Year Posted 2007
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