Wednesday, August 2, 2017

His Song


this morning he sang, 
the sun up from its bed;

the breath of his song, 
makes waves in the tall grass,
and keeps the world in motion;

his song shares,
his joy in light,
his yearning heart, 
his love of life,and
the creator's word;

he sang,
and it was good



tiwago



(photography by tiwago)

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