The sleepy fog lays silently at our feet
caressing our feet as we go for an early morning walk...

our eyes feast upon the silken dark shades of green grassy fields with speckled flowers throughout trimmed in trees tall and strong filled with colors... oranges, greens, reds, browns, yellows...

the fields with rolling hillsides caress the tree line,
leaving dusty covered peppered leaves and twigs on the ground that crackle beneath our feet ...
scattered with memories of pleasure and comfort.

the lamb on the rock is childlike in faith..
lets us know where our security is.
being embraced by the braches from above, it covers us in shelter with pure open trust,as Gods very arms and chest.

grandfathers are like the eagles mighty in sight,
gracefully spreads its wings and caresses the skyline..
will soar before us as a spirit of protection.
man is like a mighty lion that watches over his woman thats as soft and delicate as a butterfly.

the blades of hunter green grass drenches the ground beneith it,
as the morning dew gathers crystal clear dropletts of nourishment for any who come...

Our path we walk is narrow it can be simply heaven.
dont run. hold my hand. lets walk.

the fog lays silently at our feet
as we go for an early morningh walk...