Come child, I want to show you
The moon shining through a thin veil of clouds,
The stars that seem just out of reach
Reflected in a silver lake.
Now close your eyes—be still a moment.
Feel the warm breeze touch your skin and hair.
Listen as it rustles the leaves of aspen trees.
Breathe in the perfume of dying lilacs.
Walk with me in the twilight tonight
And I will fill your soul with light.
Photo by Lane V. Erickson; do not copy