O natal star, in scent of pine,
you point to heaven, where you shine
potential beams of next year’s limbs,
in snowy solemn winter hymns.
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O natal star, in scent of pine,
you point to heaven, where you shine
potential beams of next year’s limbs,
in snowy solemn winter hymns.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I love the photo and the verse–softly beautiful and reverent.
As soon as I noticed that the growth tips looked like tiny star, a poem was born….
Ahhh, I love when that happens!
BEAUTIFUL! I felt peace reading this one.
Yay! 🙂
So so perfectly phrased and beautiful! You have a gift, girl! Thanks for sharing it with us!
Thanks Debbie! 🙂