Posted on August 24, 2009 at 11:40am
I hear the rustle of the trees,
The buzzing of the busy bees,
And then I hear a woman's voice,
Sweet and clear, carried by the wind.
I block out other surrounding sounds,
Tune in closely, look around,
The woman's voice is singing... singing,
A tone so melodic my thoughts ease.
The world around me has slowed,
Off my broken shoulders rises a load.
Calm inner peace fills my heart,
For my mother's sung her song of… Continue