To Parish With It's Infancy
Trees sway ever so lightly in the breeze.
Clear streams flow along the earth nearby.
Birds sing natures melody happily.
Wildflowers paint the meadow in colors.
A gravel driveway completing the scene.
As I, afraid to touch anything,
for it may dissapear,
As I may awake from this dream,
Having drifted from my mind as if it were never there,
And parish with it's infancy...
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