I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone
I am with you still - in each new dawn."

poem attributed to Mary Frye
1 comment:
hello Janice thanks for visiting my blog..i Love bluebells too. I havent done watercolours before so am still learning so thanks very much for your kind comments..have a good weekend
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