meadow, nature, steven humphreys, poetry
Nature, Pets, Spiritual and beyond

Meadow

There was a time

of untouched

meadows

full of roses

groves of

orange

and

lemon trees

with birds flying

from their limbs

singing their songs

of joy and mirth

pure

streams

flowing into

pristine rivers

in glorious

beauty

as if it were all

a heavenly painted

dream

the sunshine

and

the starry night

remain

up there

untouched

by hands

below

to this

day

 

 

 

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