IN AWE OF YOU
Hailstones on the grass,
As white as snow that dash
Multitude from the skies,
Stores water as for lives!
What can I say but thanks,
As land were parched as mud
But search ended as clouds,
Darken and unravel out loud!
In awe of you, I watched,
The birds rejoiced and hummed
And leaves rustle; no more glum,
O' smiles, that mystery did come!
In awe of you, I start to dance,
Hands not clasped nor wrapped
I love the feeling of the mounds
As they jumped on the grounds!
In awe of you, I sung,
The melody of the bees as I hung
Pastels of colour that I wove,
Proof of my love, my Lord and
my God!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
Hailstones on the grass,
As white as snow that dash
Multitude from the skies,
Stores water as for lives!
What can I say but thanks,
As land were parched as mud
But search ended as clouds,
Darken and unravel out loud!
In awe of you, I watched,
The birds rejoiced and hummed
And leaves rustle; no more glum,
O' smiles, that mystery did come!
In awe of you, I start to dance,
Hands not clasped nor wrapped
I love the feeling of the mounds
As they jumped on the grounds!
In awe of you, I sung,
The melody of the bees as I hung
Pastels of colour that I wove,
Proof of my love, my Lord and
my God!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
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