A thought this morning
Do not grow anxious with the setting sun
From the purest blue comes the most golden amber
The forest,
dark now,
hopes she will come again.
Grateful for rest
To be found again in warm light
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Do not grow anxious with the setting sun
From the purest blue comes the most golden amber
The forest,
dark now,
hopes she will come again.
Grateful for rest
To be found again in warm light
Beautiful!
this is such a perfect thought for this particular morning as the day promises a cloudy sky with spring right beneath the surface.