Floods Flow
Mud rocks and dark waters
Runoff into the grounds
Dark days dying trees
Damage in the skies and creeks
The rivers flow the oceans storm
And my little friends black crows and silver squirrels hide
Deep into the leaves where the water dives and diversges
We need you do not forget us as the next months pass us
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2023
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