The Scent of a Tears
Standing in the early morning mist,
As the sun first breaks the horizon,
The fog glowing with a golden haze.
A slight breeze stirring the morning airs,
Life renewing each moment in time,
-as a scent on a gentle wind.
Watching as the dawn opens a new day,
Rays of hope gleam off dew kissed blooms.
A rose slowly opens, graced in sun's first light,
perfume so sweet drifting on the cool air,
as a single glistening drop of dew,
-beads upon a petal's rim.
Walking slowly over the new growing grass,
As apple blossoms twirling in the morning air,
Floating to the garden's path in the sunlight.
A silent breath, as the last wisp of fog drifts by,
Dancing through the branches of Lilacs,
-kissing each bloom on the new day.
Listening to the waking of the dawn,
As softly the birds sing out their new songs,
A blessing of praise to the new morning.
The fountain's crystal chimes ringing out,
Each drop of water having a tune of it own,
-a distinct sound to the Creator's ear.
Breathing deeply the fragrance of the dawn,
He brushes gently over the flowers blooms,
As perfumed airs stir to life in His hands.
Slowly He raises His eyes, as a tear forms,
A shadow had touched His greatest work,
-and He called out sadly, "Adam?"
Genesis 3:8.. (KJV) "And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden."
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