There’s a fragrance that mystifies the mind
In early morning when everything is fresh
A thousand stars still glimmer, each one
A symbol of God’s eternal light

As yesterday, today and forever in time.
To watch the stars fade as dawn draws across
The sky.
It’s beauty, it’s magical as
A breath of whispering in the trees

The haunting of shadows,
It’s the breath of new horizons,
Its a fragrance only known to Him
It’s a presence of infinity.

Joyce Gale 2005
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