Lost To Years
In spite of daydreams lost to years where no one dries a lonesome tear grows the daydream brought anew in early morning's glistening dews. While rising chorus from waking nests chirp in prayers of thankfulness and take to wings their freedoms flight away from all that would make blight the glorious bounty yet to find in all that nurtures its own kind and rests again at evenings call where sun trades moon for rest of all. Jade Jaspers