Gift of Destiny

the needles of a young scotch pine
alight with the dawn of a newborn day
content to just exist

to live, absorb and grow in season
never asking for a reason
meaning, born of nature's bliss
sun on skin - a touch, a kiss

a gust of wind to blow your cares away
a tear for those who have not found the way

of sweet surrender's feeling of
the touch of endless love

where allowing we can be
another gift of destiny

? Michaelette ?

Copyright© 1998 Michaelette L. Romano
All rights reserved
 Take me home...