The sky cries it's tears of joy
The misty air painting a scene
In the darkest of dawn
The leaves of silk smooth with dew
And blades of grass covered too
With misty air those have seen
The wonders of what lay beyond the seems
The cold stones slick with water
The tall trees blowing the leaves into a dance
The rivers sings a song of silence
As it all comes to an end
The morning sun set to rise
And greatest things one must supply
For beautiful things happen here
In the Dance of the Morning
YOU ARE READING
Dancing Time Away
PoetryA book with beautiful short stories and Poems with the classy elegance of the old days of London and France. The gracefulness of the old Italian countryside. The peaceful trees in the woods of Germany and sparkling jewels in the Czar's palace in Rus...
