Fingerprint

A watercolor world resounds within my child mind Painted lilies in the filed and cloud shapes aloft to find This world bears your fingerprint for all of your work is signed Not a thing goes by without a purpose or rhyme within Each feather gently stroked on the crested brow of a hen Each mite of bark upon the back of a tree your hand has rend From the gentle glisten of a new born dew, child of the morn From a mother swooning her gentle babe, a gentle soul newborn The ocean filled from your eyes, the grass your coat old and worn From the wrath of man that fills you, the frigid mountains conceived That the apple of your eye came from naught, he a fool to believe One day to be crowned in passion and love, I will wait to recieve