It is written on the quilt of grass
In the shape of a daffodil print
Some strands of butterfly wing
A flower scent
There is no word to define the joy,
No measure...
Where your heart sings is where your feet will dance. Is it that simple?Love in the garden
Monday, March 29, 2010It is written on the quilt of grass
In the shape of a daffodil print
Some strands of butterfly wing
A flower scent
There is no word to define the joy,
No measure...
Where your heart sings is where your feet will dance. Is it that simple?
