Leaves coveting each sunbeam...

Leaves coveting each sunbeam…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreaming of the clearest brook
And true words the clearest flow,
Musical sounds cascading
To hushed valleys laid below,
Past oaks of profound beauty,
Leaves coveting each sunbeam,
Their music sounds, cascading,
Falling, go riding the stream,
Here too, profound her beauty
As unseen currents pull,
For small pebbles rolled over
Find room in a heart so full, Adam Whitworth
I stand and sway as the reeds
One with the brook in repose,
It’s here I meet my truelove
And the hour agreed is close

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