A Sacred Place
A Sacred Place
A breath of fresh air,
a meadow of green,
sky's of blue,
with a stream flowing through.
The sound of birds in the trees
makes the forest a magical place to be.
This makes it the most sacred place you'll ever see.
The sun is shining,
with the mountains casting a beautiful picture
on the water below.
The animals feasting from the bounty that grows.
This makes the forest
a magical and sacred place to be.
a wonderful place to be free.
By
Rowdy
Yates
Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2015
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