~walk With Me~

When day is birthed from darkness’s womb and light is spread upon rekindled hues, the breezes stir mornings subtle perfume as they chase the petals from clouded snooze. Nightingale’s song from quiet does bloom, symphony accompaniment to infuse, and with our steps we are natures twin holding her beauty so tightly within. Through apples arch we wilfully walk to embrace the morning by rivers edge, where bended willows seem to crouch and stalk those silver fishes beneath drift weeds ledge, and in our world where we need not talk entwined our fingers show our pledge, that while each morning still overcomes night we remain together in her delight.