Glade Harvester
StarrdusttElerrina
Crowned By The Starrs
It's how the stars are lit at night and how the dew drops glisten How evening shadows mock the light and it's how the silence listens
From the gentle sway of trees that bid such fond adieu, songs in a summer breeze a voice so clear, so true
The glory of such symmetry so more than fills the eye. To the beauty of such poetry this hopeful heart draws nigh
In natural peace, all love is born To live and thrive each blessed morn.
