The murky brook winds through the pines.
It whispers calming things to me.
The birds answer to its call.
The water spiders gleefully leap over water droplets.
The murky brook whirls around the rocks.
It's relaxing voice sings to me.
The deer frolic to its kind voice.
The murky brook reaches up to the banks with wet tendrils.
It asks, "What is the purpose of life?"
And the life responds, "To bloom in your forest, to protect the wild, and to love yourself."
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Butterflies
PoetryA book of poems/songs I've written. WRITTEN BY: SARA ELLIS COVER BY: SARA ELLIS PHOTO CREDITS: UNKNOWN MODEL: UNKNOWN ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPYWRIGHT.
