The Weaver!

Sitting perched on a hilltop,

Trees that sway in delight

Silently whispering something

That reminds me of twilight.

 

Crossing the sunset bar

Or awakens the dawn that rose

Meant to be held onto

Not letting your faith go.

 

There’s a lot to say

And a lot to hear

But the truth is here to stay

Threads of conversation so dear

 

So here am I to make a difference

And see the hope that shines

When I cut the around the noise

All that is bound by the weaver!


 


 

 

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