Freedom
The dance of the trees in the never ceasing breeze
The song of the stream magnifies the scene
A blanket of green as earth slopes and leans
The serenity of a rooftop in the middle of tree tops
The shadows grow long as I listen to the songs
The mountains rise and my heart sits on high
Copyright © Donna Goodale | Year Posted 2007
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