Early dawn and the land was covered in dew.
Water lilies were beginning to flower
On the soft, crisp rippling stream.
The winds woke the beetles from their sleep,
Butterflies and bees came alive.
A dozen fairies began to sing,
Catching delicate pearls of magic mist
Upon their wings.
Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.
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