Dewdrops kissed the withered leaf,
And resplendence burst through,
With the rays of the sun
And I feel relief
As I turn over a new leaf
©Sharon Morgan
In the beginning there was only silence.
From nothingness began to appear the existence.
And from the form, the mortal was designed.
A form-spirit, invented by ideas.
The empty space started filling with subsistence.
Light gave its colors and recognized it.
A real breathing-being was created.
A new form of life was taking shape.
Something was being put instead of nothing.
And the vast space welcomed this new matter.
......
In the beginning there was only silence.
From nothingness began to appear the existence.
And from the form, the mortal was designed.
A form-spirit, invented by ideas.
The empty space started filling with subsistence.
Light gave its colors and recognized it.
A real breathing-being was created.
A new form of life was taking shape.
Something was being put instead of nothing.
And the vast space welcomed this new matter.
......
Dewdrops kissed the withered leaf,
And resplendence burst through,
With the rays of the sun
And I feel relief
As I turn over a new leaf
©Sharon Morgan