Gossamer Touch

I dont really want to describe it....just want to know if its good

A graceful, porcelain hand moves across the fields,

spreading sweet water in a fine hoary blanket.

The water washes the grass.

Changing the world and making it new.

The very manna of God; the sustainer of life.

One more day for the earth; one more day renewed.

This is a time to look and listen; nothing moving.

Just sounds in the mist.