The sound of love

In the silence
of the new morning
there is a sound
that goes from north
to south and all
the world around
through winters
peaceful ice
springs blossems
summers delight
as teardrops fall
in stormy rains
wind lifts
leaves gently
in the sky

all trough time

when we mourn
or celebrate life
there is nohting..
to be more
gratefull for
than sharing the
sound of love
in the tragedys
of life

Stan Rams