In the twilight realm of majesty
Of the colors of the setting sun,
Shadows cover the earth
But not the loving heart.
Walking through the paths of nature,
Covered in ivy greens,
There is a moment that spurs the mind
To something never seen.
Something within, that has the power,
To bring to life each waking hour.
And as the sun goes down and gives way
To a rose of silent bliss,
A trembling of gentleness,
A taste of love's Holy KissPeople here, people there,
People walking everywhere
A land of echoes,
Of endless waste,
A treeless branch across the trail.