In the joy- being alive.
I see the earth, encapsulated with vision.
I see the day, anew.
I see the world of worlds in the morning
where everything is settled, everything is still.
The starry-light to break.
The morning-bread to bake.
The willows to weep.
The seagulls to glide.
And the sky rolls down anew.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley