A Rose Beneath the Snow
A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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