Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Gerald Fisher

Father Sky is grayAs the new light appears
And the laughter of the birds is still
the clouds shed their tears
and the land drinks of this heavenly dew
puddles replace the dustirresistible temptations for little feet
Turning my face to the sky
and feeling the gentleness of the mist
washing away my caresfilling my heart with happiness
Lifting my spirits like the quenching of the crops
Raising my armsI turn to the four winds
and give thanks for this
gentle…Summer Rain.

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