A Clearing In the Woods
I stopped by a clearing in darkened woods
to watch the sun come through the opening
the forest made, a shining light of good
in this a glade, so quiet, wakening
a question, why a small and silent way
no different than others, earns its pay.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2015
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