a beam of light
lands upon the path we follow
finding its way
through the many-layered limbs and leaves

to warm the earth
and then the foot
that treads upon it

the warmth of its effect
enters our being
moves through our soul

another step
and the descending beams
alight upon our shoulder
and wash o'er the hair
that sweeps across the brow

affecting our entirety

and the light and the warmth
extend down the path we walk
for as far as we shall travelů

? Michaelette ?

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