River’s Edge
On the river’s edge A Sycamore grows As the water babbles The dawn softly glows Still a bit hazy With sleep in her eyes Sun parts the curtains And watches fog rise Up from the valley Fog tiptoes away Scattering the night While bringing the day Sun says to Sycamore “Good morning, child,” On the… Read More River’s Edge

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