And the Earth existed,
long in it's slumber...
Mountains rose,
and then fell again...
While the seas kept their course...
Mornings went un-noticed
And the winds were still...
Slowly,
from the mouth of the abyss
the word took form
Yawning from slumber
the Earth took notice
and the seas were with storm
while the wind spread the news...
beauty was born...
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She arose from the waters
of the River in the north...
Her eyes shining brightly
and perfect her form...
It is spoken in silence
when the night is still
That Autumn blazes golden
on mountain and hill
To honor her beauty
and evermore will...
And to homage her beauty
the leaves fall away
to carpet Her footsteps
and the end of the day...
So I am quite lucky
this beauty to know
to lay with her softly
through Summer and snow...
by Bruce Barton - Autumn 1998
I Love You Darling