♫•✿•Rhythmic•.Grace•✿•♫

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.    

This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been.    

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;