A drop of water caught swinging on a vine, A thread that ties a line with time, Hangs in the sunshine. Light and calm is a breeze That blows gold through all trees. So soft and pure is now That knows no broken thought.
The air is filled with magical music.
We are doing this for you...
Published: Wednesday 24th December 2003 http://www.clearharmony.net/articles/200312/16830.html