
Twigs ‘neath Nightingale’s song await the morning sun.
As dew drop diamonds’ unseen glimmer anticipates the dawn.
Waving leaves dance on breezes, revelers in the heavenly song,
Gathered there on the Tree of Eternity to carry the Glory on.
By Leonard Ericks
In response to Art Prompt of Illuminations launch.
Reblogged this on Ripple Poetry .
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