The Sun Shines
Over Purple Mountain Majesty,
and wild flowers
sway in the gentle touch
of a caressing breeze.
A trickle of rain
kisses tall grasses
as if playing with the flame.
The scent of pine trees
linger in the air
where stones not found
will meet.
The stars shine bright
lighting my way
as the night
swallows the day,
bringing slumber
to the child.
6-8-2000

by
Sarah Brazee-Cannon