Springs Cradle
Earth yawns as she
cradles Nature,
swaying gently
her limbs in quiet search
of Hope,
tilting in smothered rays
she sighs, listening to the
breaths of loves breeze,
without voice she hums
her melodies, as lullabies
gently rock her world back
to sleep,
smiling at her reflection
In your eyes.
Copyright © Fencing Quill | Year Posted 2025
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