Bonnie Moss (c) 2011,December
when the trees are laden with snow,
and everywhere a blanket of white,
whilst Mother Nature takes a nap,
the world is still, the air is serene,
amid this tranquility,
a heart, a soul reflects.
the evening breeze, sunset in the far horizon,
fingers of light in the sky,
images reflected on the water, a somber picture,
a marvel of the mysterious beauty that is Nature.
Ah! Solitude, in the deafening sound of silence,
in the stillness of the eventide,
a heart, a soul stirs.
the promise of sunrise, the melody in the air, the songbird chirps,
refreshing dewdrops on a petal or a blade of grass
a bashful frog, ready to leap at the lightest step,
a row of pines standing on guard,
the harmony begins,
a heart, a soul sings.