As the moon gently settled against the blackest night
shading rippled waters with its hushed lullaby
I scribbled these words with a thoughtful sigh,
knowing the seeds of life had slowly crept by
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Flakes of summer once adorned my shoes
as I eagerly embraced fragile fields of green
When life had long gathered many things serene,
mixing infinity's aroma with negatives between
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Wet coats of sand now surrounded lapping shores,
as the glare of the moon rippled to and fro
I became one with the images that began to flow,
watching the night winds tattoo the grounds below
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I began to sip from the cup of orange trumpets,
allowing thoughts to glean from long ago lands
Remembering that all seasons come from God's hands,
and that all seeds of life walk his infinite plans
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As life plants its seeds within the echoes of your soul,
gently sift through the thorns to find your summer day
Bottle the sweet aroma of a fresh bale of hay,
while knowing that God the Father still leads the way
