Wanting To Be Found
A tree by a river, a dock by its bay
A sunset so vivid, a picture to portray
Snow cascades a mountain
A deer and foe lay low
leaves crumble and fall as
the winds begin to blow
Sprinkles of rain creep silently down
while stars gaze over a sleepy little town
A night that’s too quiet for sudden sound
all seems shy in waiting,
wanting to be found…
Copyright © Jessie Oxford | Year Posted 2013
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