#1374-Brilliant

A golden, welcoming carpet,

For spring’s early morn.

Blooming trees,

Happy fields,

Drifting clouds,

Carrying silent songs.

Of distant days,

And those to come.

Moments, that pass into words.

Stories, waiting to be told.

And memories,

Quietly singing,

To falling tears,

Somewhere.

Unheard, unseen,

Like you and me.