Rivers flow, from valleys high,
To mountains low.
Hear winter's cry;
The tears of joy
The tears of sorrow.
Love the comfort
The trees have spared;
All the animals that have been graciously
Given to us all.
Our lives living in
This sweet sanctum.
So listen to the wilderness,
As it crys out for all to hear,
Love its words, Love this time,
For who knows how long it will last.
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Poetry
just some poems i come up with.... note that they might not be the best.. but it's just something.. ya know?
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