A Penny For Your Thoughts
Call on me, friends, to calm your fears;
hear my voice on winds of song
with tallest pines swaying along,
and I will wipe away your tears.
Call on me to lead you home,
when your heart feels lost and void.
My words will spill out overjoyed
like moon’s cascade in twilight gloam.
Gentle come my words and deeds;
from mountains echoed endlessly,
words lasting like smooth, shining seas,
and rosebuds tended 'midst wild weeds.
If we by chance, one day part ways,
my words will resonate, I pray.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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