Finding Peace In Reflection

Peace walks amidst the grass in the morning frost. Footprints rise, and they are wandering, lost. Time’s absence throws its dawn warmth across. Night’s reflection is bound to Presence’s post. Footprints rise, and they are wandering, lost. The sun’s kiss will soon be dancing in moss. Night’s reflection is bound to Presence’s post. Clarity runs as the dawn and evening cross. The sun’s kiss will soon be dancing in moss. Time’s absence throws its dawn warmth across. Clarity runs as the dawn and evening cross. Peace walks amidst the grass in the morning frost.