Misty Morning Lake

 

Morning rises beneath the dawn

The earth she smiles her eyes awake

And sees the light a living grace

Across the misty morning lake

 

Into the Night

 

All is quiet on whisper lake

As moonbeams rise in fading light

Between the shadows spirits awake

Upon the journey into the night

 

Mystic Waters

 

Across sacred waters

Rising from her sleep

With wonders to be written

And mysteries to seek

 

The Sheltered Forest

 

In the sheltered forest of emerald shade

The trees are dancing, sharing the sun

Embraced by daylight, which soon will fade

In the sheltered forest, together as one

 

Whisper Creek

 

Along the shores of whisper creek

Of waters ancient wistful deep

Beneath the trees as nature sleeps

Lives the silence that softly speaks

 

The Birds Still Sing

 

So somber and still the air we now breathe

Forgotten the solace of our bewildered spring

But while darkness besets as together we grieve

The sun it will rise and the birds still sing

 

By the River

 

The wandering spirits of water and stone

Flow through the forest of sacred unknown

Bound to her wisdom, scattered and sown

These wandering spirits of water and stone

 

In the Sun

 

Peaceful is the evening light

The forest shines as one

On the path into the night

Dancing in the sun

 

Nightfall Lake

 

Soft the wind that greets the night

When woodland spirits soon will wake

Fleeting is this evening light

That awaits us here on nightfall lake

 

Into the Woods

 

Where the tensions of the day

Are swept away

By a harmony

Only the woods could convey