Form of Tomorrow

Streaks of sunlight falling through the mist
as if the earth and sun had gently kissed
all care away
as we rise to greet another day

to hear the birds that fly on high
sing awake the lullaby
of night
while here within the glory and the might

of consciousness and soul expanding
is found a beauty - never ending
Creation caught in sight and sound
of nature moving round and round

Eternal in its scope - this form
forever being born . . .

?Michaelette?

9/1/99
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