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| photo by Temari 2010 |
The trees are older than our cares
I walk beneath a cypress sky
I hear the barred owl's plaintive cry
And soon forget the day's affairs.
The birds and frogs sing joyful prayers
The breeze breathes like a lover's sigh
The trees are older than our cares
I walk beneath a cypress sky.
I spy a young deer unawares
The cypress watch us live and die
The creek keeps flowing by and by
Its secrets with the earth it shares
Its secrets with the earth it shares
The trees are older than our cares.
submitted for: One Stop Poetry Form-Rondel
One Shot Wednesday-Week 38
