I here the distant sounds of cicadas cerenading the night away.
The moon makes the rain drops on the grass sparkle!
And in all the beauty around me I start to sing because I have to express how lovely everything is...
And then I am silent. Almost as soon as I begin because I realize that my song can do no justice to what I behold.
I can only be quiet because I realize that it is an honor to witness this splendor and this honor should be accepted with great humility...
courtesy of me (taken from my porch 9/11/11)
Awesome. I have no problems putting myself right in the middle of your poem. Hannah read this to me earlier today. It's better now that I can see the picture with it!
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