I am the air that brings the spring,
The clouds that fill the sky,
The flutter in a blackbirds wing,
The love that will not die,
The look upon a mothers face
when she looks at her child.
The fragile petals of queen anns lace
Growing in the wild,
The love that's in a young mans heart
When early spring is nigh,
The warmth upon a summers day,
The taste of apple pie,
The dew that blesses the early morn,
The grass upon the hill,
The softness of a lovers kiss,
The gold of a daffodil.
I am made of all these things
As was indeed the plan.
I am that small still voice you hear,
I am the soul of man.

Robert Collier ©

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