Fall Morning
The sun begins to warm the earth. No wonder the birds are singing! I drink in the warmth and light, through the taste buds that fill my face. It is warm and nurturing as I greet this new day. It is time to set aside your books. Go to your place of worship with oboe in hand. Praise God! like the birs, wiyth songs of longing and love. © 2010, sHAMSUDDIN Sign in to see full entry.