Grey Hills
"The hills are grey, as it rains gently from the sky
The flowers and trees bathe in nature's pure delight
The birds chirp as they drink from creation's watering cup
Then my thoughts are, yes, all is well, as the sun rises, the clouds clear and the morning spring forth from its darkness"
Copyright © Karen Edwards-Gregory | Year Posted 2016
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