the lions share

Torn fabric in the wind
Heavy rocks detail the trail
Eager squirrels watch and eat berries
Light is gleaming off the surface
in the area where some water falls
Off in the distance animals play
Narrow branches away and wave
Slender players in this dancing theatre
Softly greeting any who come near
Happy sounds of weather starting
Another three hundred days I cannot believe
Really happened with us together again
Each moment is thankfulness for being alive

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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