by Sheila English
(United Kingdom)

You cannot see me ,
but I am there,
I am the gentle breeze that's,
blowing through your hair,
I am the showers that in April fall,
I am the dove that you hear call,
I am the stars that shine at night,
I am the sun, that's shining bright
I am the snow so pure and white,
I am your moment of sorrow and delight,
Every where you look,
I am there,
Although I'm in heaven,
I still care,
Because I am, all of the above,
And the rain that falls,
That's my shower of love

By S.A.English ©

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