Saturday, October 9, 2010

The trees sway in the breeze
Alive and content in the morning air
The pink and orange light stirs the sky
Sunlight peeks over the mountains
And kisses the Valley
One tree at a time
The trees come alive
Birdsong and fidgeting squirrels
Bees whisper to the flowers
The flowers whisper to me
They say your name
And remind me of your smile
: )

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