A CERTAIN CORNER
In a home, by a lake, far, far away in the South deep, There is a corner that catches the first light of dawn, Within this corner there is a chair simply wicker, For just a few brief glorious minutes tis a wonder, A place of rose and amber light ever changing, From the first hint of a suggestion of dawn, till sun full, Pageantry of dawn, like onto creation itself plays through, Gift of light and color, and all that this means for life, All can be witnessed simply by being awake and aware, For... Sign in to see full entry.