© 2011 Rolland G. Smith
Behold the beauty sown in light
To bright the way of inner mist
Upon the canvas of the night.
Before the darkness goodnight kiss.
The naked trees of winter time
Pay homage in their silent prayer
To All That Is as Source sublime.
Their gowns of green no longer there.
We often ask to see the love
Of something greater than the mind.
A pristine sky and stars above
Are answers when the two combine.
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