this life is
still sings a
over all those
for her beauty.
— Let her sing over your fears.
When my heart is full and worry tries to rob me of peace, I look for the beauty all around me.
Early morning mist over the hills, a blackbird singing its song, blackberries exchanging their Summer coats for Autumn attire — Nature sings a constant song of beauty over me.
I find peace in the silence of the woods and meadows.