Everything That Breathes
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As I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone
They own an ethereal beauty and innocence that
reminds me of a time when I was young like them
Beautiful are their golden faces, and their stems;
Those majestic trees that spread their leaves so high
remind me of a golden era of wheat and plenitude
strong stocks and verdant greens is all I saw ;
Cascades of sunlight falling like curtains on my willow
leading me to longing for scent of flowers on my pillow
If I could freeze the vision of my yesterdays enmesh
I think I'd frame it with my quadrant mind , alas
everything that lives returns to mother earth
everything that breathes , deserves rebirth
and as I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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