Pines At the Village
Sounds that whisper continuously.
Notes that dance across the sky,
throughout the day of a life
Ah, makes me as a child again.
No thoughts of tomorrow, arms
reaching out feet happily dancing
through the wonderous sounds, hints
of energy found..
So endearing, how it washes my mind
in serenity.
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