Thoughts

A whisper of the wind,
A pool of fallen moon,
Shine upon the waters,
Of the night lagoon.

A rustle of the willow branch,
A singing of the lark,
A simple ripple in the lake,
A shine of light it sparks.

A hollow in the old oak tree,
The leaves of every hue,
A friendship that is meant to stay,
A smile passed that is true.

A beam of sunlight filtered through leaves,
In the thick pine wood,
A brilliant sparkle of sun on dew,
The thoughts of all thats good.