Still

Send us Fan MailStillStill is this morning, the birth of time and moments beyond the dreams of a passing night, hushed are the whispers of memories, as the wind tickles the treetops, Dawn opens the sky with delight. For the colours are of meadows, springtime, blossoms across the sunlight of flowers, as Autumn hints at winter, in the passing chime of chasing hours.And so another day begins, quietly, for there’s no one else awake, just the grey thinning skies of clouds, my eyes open to the morning, the first birds singing to the east, this peace of beauty of wonder, into my life to [email protected]