The owls stand tall
The owls stand proud
Their voices soft
Their presence loud
A peaceful look
upon their face
Their eyes depict
a soulful gaze
They rest assure
the morning soon
for then they'll
see their nighttime moon.
Bonita Singleton
Here I stand
upon my place
I take your hand
and walk with grace
With peace in mind
Love so dear
Heart so kind
Need not to fear
When all is still
Tears do fall
This our will
We hear his call
The quiet sound
of peace today
Our soul is found
for this I pray.
Bonita Singleton
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