Wednesday, 12 September 2012


Robyns, squirrels- life is everywhere;
And the even blue sky looks at me-
There, a crimson moon- I stare-
And I'm so glad I see.

A bell rings- a message from a friend,
And an owl's cry I fear-
Listening in the night to the gentle wind;
And I'm so glad I hear.

Mountains shake me from above,
And everything I touch is so real,
But a hand brushing mine is love-
And I'm so glad I feel.

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