• Raven in the trees..... perched on a branch
    The sun begins to set on the waters edge
    Gleaming ripples sparked by the sunset
    As the raven fly s over the dancing waters
    Sun catches his wings gleaming of a touch of blue
    Shining black like the Cherokee tear stone
    Held in hands open to the world
    Raven calls to the last moment
    As the curtains drawn to a close
    Last lit glow..... as the sunsets
    Below the mountain side......darken night
    Moon in its full glory arise the path is well lit
    Do not be afraid of the dark... a path 
    Bright as the moon light guides 
    And you will fly

    Written Donna L Hughes
    March 5 2014

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