Merriment To Misery
Frolicking freely through forest so green
I muse at creatures flitting around me.
To no other human can they be seen;
Their magical mischief is so carefree.
They twinkle and flit with laughter and glee.
Excitement and fancy have brought me here,
Carefree and joyful, my eyes start to tear.
I wish for this feeling never to end,
But I know the end of this life is near
For the forest, now black is quiet--dead.
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Copyright © Linda Craddick | Year Posted 2021
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