Those who cannot taste wonder will never understand that words bring life and clarity to the beauty of the land. Weeping willows shed their tears, proud oaks stand tall, nature shares her very heart in the falling leaves of fall. Pine trees reaching to the sky, stars shining bright behind, in deep woods of nature's cradle my lost spirit I can find. Cover me with your silence please allow my head to clear. Cast out all the demons and bring to still this mortal's fear. Send me love and give me courage as onward I will tread. Let me read words of beauty until the day that I am dead. For reasons I can't describe, your touch heals my soul. Grant me words of passion that pure royalty I might extol. My spirit is floating, suddenly I gain freedom on the wind. Exhilarating the feeling when I no longer have to pretend. Your charity is treasure in my small struggle to draw breath, hold me close to your beauty until the day that I meet death. © jcherr 07/21/2002 fortinkakawbcrjch07212002
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