I wove a song within my heart

Of butterfly wings, and angel harp. . .  

Of lavish sounds of rustling leaves. . .

Of crackling embers from old trees

And yes, the falling winter snow

With soft lit sky, and splendid glow.  

Now in my heart I pondered much

The gift of life, God's loving touch,

Then drawing my conclusion, said. . .

"Thank you Lord, my soul is fed".

 (c) Priscilla Rose Wyatt