Heaven
“Heaven on Earth is a choice you must make, not a place you must find.”
~ Wayne W. Dyer
In this enlivening radiance of the rising sun
as a whimsical wind sweeps down
over the sun-dappled trail
it arouses the drooping grass,
weighed down by the morning mist,
to sway back with the heavenly grace
dancing delightfully in the soft breeze;
And the nightly bands of grim shadows
disappear
as the sun rises languorously over
the valleys, dales and the rolling plains.
The day brightens up refreshed
and rejuvenated by the caressing
warmth of the sunbeams….
Lo, this is my home
wherein my heaven dwells!
~02/23/23
~Contest: Writing challenge 'H' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
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