Standing in the old church br where the preacher br stood on Sundays br Still haunts me.. br I watched as leaves br danced across the floor br on the winter winds br and snow lay frozen br below open windows br as if it gently fell br into it's place... br the light shinning br through the wallls br seemed to be br impatiently wanting br to touch the darkness.. br creating shadows. br Her time is fading... br But i found Her Beauty br she could not hide it..