Photo courtsy of Betty Lynch My Island When life makes you weary .. Take my hand ... come with me ... To my magical Isle of ...Tranquility ... Silence unbroken, But for natures song, Welcomes you gently Back where you belong. Myriad flora Bestow their scent Soothing .. refreshing .. As is their intent. Sparkling waterfalls Refill your reservoir Renewing the strength You felt before. Dreams .. long forgotten ... Emerge from the mist. Memories of when ... you were happiest. Close your eyes ... enjoy them ... They are a part of you . In this land of enchantment Dreams are meant to come true. ©Sharon Langan 6/22/02 |Poetry Garden|Home| Guest Book |E-Mail| <a type="audio/mid" href="/spirit.mid"></a>