5.23.2011

A Wordsworthian Reflection

White blossomed branches 'cross the sky
Soft grass beneath my feet
Pale petals 'round my fingers fly
As dawn I warmly greet


The lush green stalks now nod their heads
The treetops joyful sway
All from great Nature's bosom fed
All beautiful, each day


I hear the wind's sweet, lovely song
Now ringing through the trees
I cannot help but sing along
And find my soul at peace


The sun so smiling on my face,
This world so void of pain,
So would I gladly spend my days
And never move again.
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