Listening I hear,
music playing near,
reaching every where,
notes floating in the air.
The sweet melody,
is playing for me,
each star a note,
that God had wrote.
His great symphony,
there for all to see,
a wonder to the eye,
beauty in the night sky.
With love of the purest serenade,
for us the notes so tenderly played,
promising peace to keep,
as we're lulled into sleep.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
