Times Of Gold. Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Times Of Gold.
Out where the wildflowers grow, and time
comes to a slow. And the skies turn to the
color, of a soft pinkish gold. With the babbling
river streams, sparkling in the light as they
gently flow. And the lush green moss on the
tree branches, hang low. With the winds
singing a harmonious melody, as they so softly
blow. And a buck steps out into the grassy fields,
nods his head and says hello, to a shy passing
doe. As all nature becomes one and the Spirit
fills the soul. What precious moments God gave
us to cherish and hold.
absolutely beautiful --every word carefully selected to sculpt that gorgeous scene--I wish I could give more than 5 stars to this
Truly, God has given us precious moments to behold and cherish nature with wonderment.
Beautiful poem dear Rebecca! The nature becomes one with the spirit of the soul.
Nature plaus major role in uplifting the spirits. Beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful x