Lime comes softly through the night,
gently stirring, tender bright.
Streams of knowing barely seen,
just a lovely flow of green.
Floating on into the day,
touching lightly on the way.
Sensing notes unheard before,
fresh new mysteries to explore.
Whispers touching hearts that know,
imprinting with a greening glow.
Margery Layton
8-2010
