Than This Morning
Than this morning
Cantilever wishing wells
Long about the winding path
Clover is the foot print maker
Sunlight brings a hearty laugh
Skies will whisper if you listen
Music plays upon the field
Breezes blow the horns of springtime
Blooms about the mountain yield
Dragonflies will touch your senses
Wings align the ancient trees
Branches filled of moss that’s clinging
Birds and now the buzzing bees
Come let’s walk in rows of promise
Take me by the waiting hand
This may be a dream we’re having
Wandering this wonderland
Still if we would stand awakened
Leaving sheets and shoes behind
There’s no telling what will greet us
When we let our thoughts unwind
For you see there is an answer
As we stroll so aimlessly
There is nothing more enchanting
Than this morning, you and me
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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