Lazierly sitting upon the large
rain washed white round stones
Sheltered in a grove of willow trees
the wind with ferocity moans
causing the surrounding tree’s groans.
Disturbing the silence that was all around
and falling with a deafening sound
a tree collapses with a crash and a bump
causing out of the river startled fish to jump
while giving the ground a nice little lump.
Sitting sheltered and warm
You quietly wait out the sudden storm
A little piece of paradise resides here
causing one to relax and forget their fear.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2019-04-11 at 13:38
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