Thereís a fragrance that
mystifies the mind
In early morning when everything is fresh
A thousand stars still glimmer, each one
A symbol of Godís eternal light
As yesterday, today and forever in time.
To watch the stars fade as dawn draws across
Itís beauty, itís magical as
A breath of whispering in the trees
The haunting of shadows,
Itís the breath of new horizons,
Its a fragrance only known to Him
Itís a presence of infinity.
Joyce Gale 2005