Radiant art thou of King of day
Hanging in majestic splendor for all to see
East to west you move lovingly
Casting warm shadows as you wander
Be thee high or be thee low
Thou art there!
Thou can even be seen as a reflection upon the moon
Wind of might hear my call
Bring love and peace to us all
None are greater and non are less
Whisper the words as you softly caress
Surround the walker, the rider, the runner
Astound the boater, the climber, the hunter
Earth, wind, water, fire, electric
All things grow from the womb ~ Maggie ~ Sept. 14, 2008 @ 11:01 p.m. EST
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