Mists Of Morning

I walk into the mists of morning
To be one with nature

I need not light to guide me
My footsteps know their way

I walk silently into the mist
To watch all that does exist

For nature calls to me
I hear her beckoning

"Come learn from me,
I have much to teach thee."

I find myself sitting there
Looking into the mist

And suddenly the clouds
Pull off their darken shrouds

To give off a beautiful glow
Of what is to become a show

The birds begin to sing
And to make my heart ring

I have no more fears
And shed no more tears

"You have taught this lesson well
I have found where my heart does dwell
For it lies here in the mists of morning"

Huntress
Connie Reed

[ Poetry Corner ] [ Short Story Forum ] [ Vampire Pub II ] [ Music Jukebox ]
[ Role-Play Forum ] [ Guestbook ] [ Other Links ] [ Return Home ] [ Credits/Copyrights ] [ Email ]

Copyright © 1996 - 1997
Created by Wolf Pack Inc, Friday, August 29, 1997
Most recent revision Saturday, October 11, 1997