Cranberry Stars Golden is the sun, gift wrapped with ribbons of satin, elegant rays warming the earth and sky. And before me, the Japanese Maple, her spirit serene, rooted deep in the soil, as birds bring sweet music to her branches. How exquisite you are dear friend, draped in shadows of auburn, devoted guardian, tended by my fathers hand. So alluring is your presence in this late Spring breeze, cranberry stars billowing from your nurturing arms. I am writing to you, my love, as I sit beneath you, peaceful in your canopy of shade, content in this moment. Mother Natures love, how endearing you are, as hope sings through your petals. This circle of life so enchanting, as the morning dove, its gentle coo echoes across our world.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 20:22:38 +0000
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