The Humble and the Meek
I hear the trees
Whisper in the leaves
As she wrestles with the breeze
Gently standing free
Tempest passes over thee
Those standing claim victory
So God gave them the earth
And they smiled amogst the company
Calm and peace they´ll be
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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