Come and See
Warm breezes upon pale cheeks
song birds chirping in oak trees
yellow daises and pure white calla lilies
calls out from nature, "come and see"
Come and see my beauty
my vibrant greens and blues
Come and see me smile
I'm refreshed, cleansed and new
Come and see my apple blossoms
exploding on my limbs
come and float away with them
cascading across heaven's wings
Come and smell my fragrance
as I wrap my love around your sheets
walk on through my gardens
in one of my many glorious retreats
Come and taste my magic
so wet and pure and clean
flowing down my mountainsides
quenching thirsts of all that's seen
Come and feel my glory
Come and see my sky
Come share my gifts and pleasures
Come hold my hand and fly
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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