Dreaming on a Sunny Afternoon

A sunny summer afternoon
The wind is blowing through the trees
The scent of fresh-cut grass and flowers fills the air
From afar the church bells are ringing at half past 3
I sit and look across the mountains
My thoughts are traveling beyond them where the ocean lies
And then I drift into memories of the past
Oh what a year of rise and fall
Of going down and standing tall
One of my best years ever, I think
So much I picked up, sowed, and let grow
I turn my head and here it flies
A butterfly so white
Bringing me back to the present moment
I see the fruits I already could reap
The fruits of life’s unfolding make me stand in awe
Causing gratitude for every bow I needed to take to sow a seed
For the garden of my life
My life is a garden of white roses now
Again the butterfly continues its journey
I follow its lighthearted flight
Into a future where I will be able
To reap the fruits of the seeds I sow today
The seeds of the fruits I already hold in my hands
Seeds of happiness
Seeds of thankfulness
Seeds of love
All is well, I think
All is simply well
On this sunny summer afternoon

In Love and Light

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The purpose of my blog is to inspire and shine a light on the beauty and power of the wonderful being inside your body. You came into this world to share what only you can give. Remember who you really are, conquer the world the way you always wanted to, and become the blessing to us all that you were meant to be.


It was beautiful and inspiring, as you see πŸ˜‰ It made me once more aware of the blessings I am surrounded by. Life can be beautiful when we sow the seeds of the fruits we want to reap. (Oh, will make the last sentene a quote :D)

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