Once Upon A Misty Morning
Once upon a misty morning,
In a place where songbirds sing—
Where dew drops cling to spiderwebs
Like pearls on silver string.
Where butterflies dance daintily
And vibrant wildflowers bloom;
White-tail deer prance gracefully,
Inside of mother nature’s womb.
In this land of no tomorrow,
Where all your worries melt away;
Sorrows drift away with winds
By which branches ebb and sway.
I close my eyes, and breathe the air;
Joyful tears stream down my face,
As I’m overtaken once again—
By the beauty of this sacred place.