A slow passing of a beauty, and the browning of spring’s leaves, it’s all
Changing into something of a wonder, with a slight calm, it’s that subliminal presence
That I’m so familiar with,
And it’s where I sleep into the morn,
While the dew slowly eases away from a kiss upon the grass, that shines in the dawn light,
Like a calm presence gracing my dreams,
And like a blanket of security draped over my head,
Oh, peaceful change that the dawn break brings.
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Wheat Field
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