Wild Life
Wild flowers,
in her arms
to tame, arrange
Wild curls,
ringlet sunshine
to maintain
Wild eyes,
sparks of silver,
bits of grey
Wild words,
words she's thought
and bound to say
So we wait,
and watch the scene
to still unfold
So we breathe,
and strain to hear
the truth be told
So we taste,
and feel the summer
surge gone bold
So we dance,
as liquid light
to never hold
Wild steps,
upon the wild
sleeping ground
Wild songs,
she softly sings
when we're around
Wild breath,
we breathe and breathe
without a sound
Wild life,
akin to freedom
to be found...
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