My Quiet Place
birds singing, leaves rustling round
sitting here on a burnt stump
the world stops just for now
i don't feel like a bump
i am here relaxing now
unwinding till it's dark
i'm watching nature run it's course
sitting in the dark
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2012
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