[FONT="]Solitude in the cool, still,
Morning air
As I dream of words spoken
And those that someday will be.
A recreation of beautiful moments
A distant thought of peace
Moments slide softly away
As I dream of gentle feelings.
Nothing to lament
Only the pleasing surroundings
Of thoughts of a summer afternoon
With soft breezes and shadows
Of branches swaying and birds singing.
And on a limb sits an angel
With golden wings
Singing hymns of praise,
Making my heart love and smile.[/FONT]
Morning air
As I dream of words spoken
And those that someday will be.
A recreation of beautiful moments
A distant thought of peace
Moments slide softly away
As I dream of gentle feelings.
Nothing to lament
Only the pleasing surroundings
Of thoughts of a summer afternoon
With soft breezes and shadows
Of branches swaying and birds singing.
And on a limb sits an angel
With golden wings
Singing hymns of praise,
Making my heart love and smile.[/FONT]