Don’t be afraid of the miracles
that can occur
between birth and dying…
Go forward into the forest
of veiled dreams.
Trust warm embraces of love;
Be alive, be involved,
emerge and blossom.
Destiny leads
to the phenomenon...
Love has a life of its own
etched into recollections.
Images of a curious daffodils
softly smiling,
Arms out stretched to the morning sun.
Absorbed into the essence of heaven…
Floating on a gentle breeze
Carried to the summit
of the highest mountain
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-afraid-5/
