Green surrounds......like a blanket......
Emerald when the morning sun kisses it....
Grow....Grow...... whisper the angels
To each blade of grass......
Summer is for touching the sky.....
Summer nites for laying in the grass......
I dance to the rhythm of the birds chorus....
I hum my souls delight...............
Your words capture Summer perfectly!
ReplyDeleteOne day I shall write an ode to you, Wise Woman. :)
~magick~
Melissa