Monday, June 16, 2014

 Down In The Trees
A boy and his shadow were playing with a ball.
Deep in the woods where the trees grow tall.
Under the canopy of thousands of leaves
Time goes slow
And so does the breeze.

It's oh so quiet
And oh so still
As you trail along paths
And meander down hills.

 Even,the ball, rolls pretty slow.
No need to rush.
Nowhere special to go.
They tiptoed through nettles,
Swung under a fence.
Getting lost and then found,
Down where the trees were dense.

And a mother smiled
As she watched them play,
Down in the woods,
On a warm Spring day. 

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