Sunshine
Is puncturing
The forest canopy
Butterflies are jumping
Little birdies are tweeting
I hear a yellowthroat, shrieking...
"Witchery! Witchery! Witchery!"
The soft breeze is stirring everything
In sight And all the leaves are rustling
The bells of peace and happiness are ringing
Oh, what a beautiful sound!
Date written and posted: 01/05/2019
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