Bubbling Springs
When we had small farms, the child in me loved natural springs
Almost every memory of farming has a bubbling spring choir -
These days, as I recycle water from my sink in bottles, for my plants
Each day, I hear ancient music our tribes smiled at, near pond and wells
Real Magic: Life and WATER. Garden. Family. Farm. Food. Freedom Music
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2020
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