Sitting near a babbling brook, So many sounds to hear. Resting here, peace inside, It's now I see the deer. Sound of wind in the trees, There's calm within my soul. Birds above begin to sing, My mind begins to lull. The sound of stream joins the wind, The birds are joining in. The symphony is finished now, The music fills within. (c) Herb DunnBirth sign: Gemini
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