the Sweetest Spot - David Charles Rowan

The Sweetest Spot There’s a beautiful place, in this beautiful world Where my fears and troubles worry me not I can feel my soul sing, my heart unfolds At the sweetest spot ... A dappled path through a tunnel of trees Sweet honey due, upon the breeze The beauty of all mother nature sees At the sweetest spot Wise old badger Cunning fox Sunlit eye forget me not haunting moon and wild cry my heart is held by soft green moss an inner light shines at the sweetest spot sacred grove and ancient stone pay no heed to the paths we roam my heart hears the calling, my feet return home at the sweetest spot © David Rowan, May 2013