by northernsoul2sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Jul 2014 195 Views 0 comments
Spirit of the north
I sit alone in the silence
I hear the birds sing in the trees
The sun bathes me with it warmth
As the wind gently caresses my face
The trees whisper in words of peace and harmony
A brook nearby laughs with the joy of life
as it tumbles and rolls over the rocks
I sit alone
In the wonder of this precious gift
the sacred spirit of the north
I hear the birds sing in the trees
The sun bathes me with it warmth
As the wind gently caresses my face
The trees whisper in words of peace and harmony
A brook nearby laughs with the joy of life
as it tumbles and rolls over the rocks
I sit alone
In the wonder of this precious gift
the sacred spirit of the north
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2014
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