Seas of Emerald
The wind blows over
The trees bow down
To the fields of green
Where brushing is the only sound.
This place I love
I unwillingly leave
It will become
Just a faint memory.
I must move on
As the tree branches ache
The seas of emerald
Are being covered by flakes.
My journey must continue
As a vagabond it never ends
I must find my way home
As the new season settles in.
Copyright © Parker Dellinger | Year Posted 2010
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