Echo
The trees are bare, but the mountains are golden
In this early morning sunrise, someone captured on video
While some are sleeping, still caught in the night
Such perfect moments pass us by, out of sight
Frozen snow with crunching footsteps break silence
Maybe, the echo will travel the hills and wake you
Or just maybe, your dreams will rise with the sun
Heidi Sands
2/21/24
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Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2024
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