Mood:  lyrical

The Sun is high in the afternoon sky, brightly shining through  window panes reflecting  a ray in a stream of gold, illuminating all corners that were  hidden remain. Dust lies thick to be swept away for energy to flow under sun and moon. The ripest staws lush juicy fruit heaped high in a dish with cream and milk suger to taste enjoy your labour, what has been planted from tiny seed has come to  savour fruition imbibe and believe...  In the Monthe of June the season is short live in the now don't put off the morrow...else your regret in sorrow.. hae no reet greet .. but harm none do as thou wilt is the whole of the law .. live a life well spent .. opportunity lent .. carpe diem .. its the only way!!

   Blessed Be