The morning light falls evenly
Cross the sky
The pending storm
Not yet secured its hues
Though brother calls with cheerful news
The rain lets not the stars peer through
As midnight falls and all is still
Natures tears have soaked the soil
By candle comes the folowing day
With hope for it to lead the way
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
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