She walked with her shadow, along the grassy lanes,
peace filled mind she picked sugar plums among
the wild flowers and berries, never had she felt
so at home among natures beauty...Now with pen in hand
she writes down her feeling, how she came about to feel
at peace.. each drop that fell upon her face in the
fresh summer rain, was like candy pure and fresh...
She spend her summers among God's beauty, and winter
among the rushed crowds, working to save enough for
her summers by a lake shimmering with diamonds, when
the moon was full...Her paradise she called it.. she
roamed free for three months, swam in the streams by
the great Niagara, wrote her feelings down in her journal
of life, (her diary of feeling), she named it..
She never felt so worthy of God's love when she roamed
among nature, she caressed nature tenderly, her love
of loves, giving her a song only she heard from within.
her little bit of heaven on earth..
