There are moments
When the clouds whisper
The sunshine smiles
The soft rain refreshes
A reflection
From lifes eyes.
When sweet grass sways
Electric to breeze
Flowers blossom sways
Its lips kiss the trees.
The ground is a carpet
That swallows and soothes
The river a wonder
Under moonlight it moves.
Midnight yes
Its ethereal breath
Its unseen footsteps
Its flowing dress
Clocks hour chimes
Hands hide its face
Echoes repeat
In this dark place.