The soft skin...
of a newborn child.
The firm warmth...
of the brown earth.
The light of ten...
thousand suns.
Precious jewels...
glistening on the water.
The feather touch...
of the winds fingers.
The fragile flowers...
lingering scent.
The hard awesome...
mountains.
I see you...
I see God...
I see me.
~ Anne-Marie Hodgeson ~