The sounds of cold rain
And my feet on damp soil
All else is quiet.
*****
“Holly tree!” I cry
How glad I am that you grow
While the others sleep.
*****
Music of the streams
This new rainfall spills their banks
They feed the salt marsh.
The sounds of cold rain
And my feet on damp soil
All else is quiet.
*****
“Holly tree!” I cry
How glad I am that you grow
While the others sleep.
*****
Music of the streams
This new rainfall spills their banks
They feed the salt marsh.