Saturday, 8 September 2012

Through the Trees

Water sits in murky lakes;
Defiantly, it sits and waits,
Until the moon at last is done,
And through the trees, it sees the sun;
It awakes and sparkles bright,
Dancing gaily for the light;
And shining down upon its sea,
The sun ignites so brilliantly,
And this new day that God has given
Is one more gift from high in Heaven.

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