Tired trees whisper
To golden fields;
Scrambling squirrels
Hurry, scurry;
Misty morning
Heralds gentle breeze;
Melting sun makes way
For silver moon.
-unknown
To golden fields;
Scrambling squirrels
Hurry, scurry;
Misty morning
Heralds gentle breeze;
Melting sun makes way
For silver moon.
-unknown
1 comment:
You do gorgeous work! Wow!
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