©James Davis of Rohnert Park, CA

...And with the equinox of creation,
beauty blossomed, outstretched her leaves,
and coldness slipped silently away.
The spirit, so like a flower,
dances in the gentle breeze,
and sings so softly before the earth.

...And with the birth of night,
beauty shines, unveils her face,
and darkness slipped scilently away.
The spirit, so like the moon,
pierced the hurt,
and kissed so sweetly the surface of the sea.

...And the whisper of the rose,
dancing in the wind,
becomes the sound of beauty,
blooming from within.

...And the brilliance of the moon,
falling from the sky,
becomes the light of beauty,
shining from inside.


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