The Mystic Pool

Treasures of rainbows and pure gold
Are dreams and thoughts not yet been told
They live in the mists and deep in the soul
the secrets in our heart we hold
The songs of the winds, whispers of the breeze.
the sunlight streaming through the trees.
the joys and beauty of all of these
are the things that put us so at ease
Treasured memories of all good things
is what imagination brings
Our words are creative, it is so true
for they create an emotion in you.
So let us speak words of love and care
and honour those with whom we share
These precious diamonds that we give
May someday help someone to live
A word of comfort for a tear
or joy and laughter for some cheer
Get in that pool and splash around
in the symphony of magic sounds.

by Skyangel.
9 August 2002

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