A bit o' poetry

A Walk In The Park

Trees. Trees everywhere
Dotted over the fields
Scattered on the hillsides
Standing along the path,
like sentries,
guarding the quiet

Pools of water in the 
still as death, like dark glass 
covering the ground

Leaves, drifting from the trees
floating around you
spinning in a mysterious dance


Pic credit: Bundesarchiv, Bild 170-919 / Max Baur / CC-BY-SA [CC-BY-SA-3.0-de (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/de/deed.en)], via Wikimedia Commons

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