Through hazy Skies of Soft Blue Eyes

Through hazy Skies of Soft Blue Eyes

Snow capped trees like wonderland

Quiet skies walk empty hand

All the hush of nature’s peace

I walk and see from soft blue skies

Still further go

The snowy trail

A whisper from

A tree’s snow fall

And there before my eyes do see

A gentle colour like the sea

Moves slowly into skies all blue

Creates a painting, something true

Of orange, peach and flowing cream

My eyes have never seen

It softly merges, sad to hope

Skies of cold now turn to gold

And I in awe do feel the change

An inner quiet voice refrain

In moments to behold.





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