Fresh Air
Crossing streams, pine cone trees
Bending in the slightest breeze
Running fox, flying hawk
Chasing after shadows lost
Wildflowers, tall and still
Deer far leaping in the field
Sigh in peace, air so fresh
Take a breath enjoy the rest
Copyright © Laura Burkhart | Year Posted 2022
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