My Recollection

• The morning air soft as the light touch of a petal

moving gently through the sun lite hues

making room for the voices

enchanted by the view

Flowing is the small stream below

clear waters rippling

slowing , lightly changing each stone

making time appear almost still

wandering willows reaching out for a touch

remaining deep rooted in their domain

barely able to reach the cool waters so close

appreciating just the same

from mountain top to streams of cool reflection

• Gods gifts are so beautiful
• This is my recollection