Friday, November 23, 2007

Almost dawn ... almost ...


Somewhere, where the light breaks,
this tree has always been dear to me.
The rustle sounds of the leaves against the wind,
each bring joys to my ears.

I think of eternity,
of the past, the present.

The infinite sound of silence again.

For my dear friend,

"Earth hath no sorrows Heaven cannot heal".

1 comment:

Curly said...

This picture has wonderful quality, so nicely exposed.