A Sunset In the Trees
A walk through the woods
Can lead you anywhere,
A magical place under ground,
Or maybe in the air.
I always seem to end up
In the same place,
Looking at the sun,
Right in its face.
But it's not the sun that gives
You warmth on the outside,
But the sun that gives
You the warmth on the inside.
It fills you with happiness,
With glee!
Just this sun
And me.
All around me,
Butterflies and bees,
What a great time
When there's a sunset in the trees!
Copyright © Zelda Cane | Year Posted 2011
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