Feeling Alive
The whistle of the gentle breeze
Through bowers of graceful trees
Etch oak and birch and fir
Where lively creatures stir
Birds and will soon take flight
Enveloped in silent night
While quietude descends
And now my own sorrow ends.
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2015
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