Newborn days.

[keith]

To cherish is to heed the music of creation

Without the need for doubt created pain,

To gaze skyward in soft sun tinted elation

Then to watch the river dancing once again,

To wander through the peacefulness of Spring time

As the joy of living dances in your eyes,

To appreciate the nuances of Earth’s rhyme

With just a sense of innocent surprise.





To treasure is to gather every rainbow

Then to keep them in the comfort of your heart,

So that now and then within your eyes their hues glow

To light your way upon a brand new start,

To walk through woodland coppices, like whispers in the rain

And wonder at their church windows, so many shades of green,

To look back on a Summer’s eve, to take it all in once again

So much beauty to remember from the unforgotten scene.





To feel the breath of gentle winds upon your weary face

As you walk along a seashore when the evening waves are tired,

Like sea whispers on your shoulder wrapped in softly fluttering lace

Singing faintly to you of the dreams you have desired,

To feel life’s love and not its hate like oh so many do

Makes cold winds warm and wonderful, and skies of blues not greys,

To touch hearts is a magic spell that makes your dreams come true

And finally we’ll all hold hands upon our newborn days…