The sun came up

The trees made shadows

The pavement, dark, cool

 

The sun made patterns

Between the leaves

It fell,

To the ground

 

The sun came up

Over the hill,

Beyond the lake

 

The sun came up,

A beauty laid

She laid there,

On the blanket

Peacefully

 

She laid there,

Her hair glistened in the sun

Her eyes sparkled in the sun

 

She laid there,

Motionless,

But not emotionless,

she laid there; still

 

Beauty

Fine

A woman; like a statute

One to admire, one to respect, one to honor

 

Beauty,

Where the heart is and the sunshine flows

Where the sense is

Where the fountain of holding is

 

She is there, on that blanket

She is there, dressed in white

She is there, calm, and quite

She is there, wanting a hug

 

I took a walk one day

I saw that beauty

On that blanket

On that great grassy green field

Infront of the hills, below the sunshine

 

I took a walk one day

I saw her

That beauty

But where is she?

I cannot see her.

 

And then the rain came.

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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