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Moon light dances like bouncing diamonds
on the surface of a midnight sea.
Sunlight sprays shafts through the forest,
making nature stretch upward, growing.
Blossoms unfold showing lavender and pinks.
A speckled fawn rises, yawns, suckles, plays.
Light twinkles from grandpa's eye
into the chortling face of his grandchild,
then travels across the room
toward a sweet gray haired lady,
cuddling him to her breast,
smiling, rocking, humming.
Light, changing the countenance of humanity,
invigorating them with a happy smile.
Healing the trying soul,
"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack