In the glades of shaded hours.
It was a Summerís day, the green leaves whispered|
Beneath the sunís golden orb, warm breezes trembled
Their floral partners, as they danced away the day
While songbirds rested, recuperating from raising their young.
Timid deer tip toed out from the forest to drink from
The sparkling stream, within their innocence,
Unaware as yet of the perils of life, yet glad to be alive
They scampered back and dived into their sea of woodland green.
And the forest was as silent as a Cathedral, only distant birdsong
Could be occasionally heard peeping through the tired
Sunshine of early twilight, and in the glades of shaded hours
Shadows had one last dance as they wearied and grew longer.
Between the day and the night, the stream trickled more tiredly
Going down slow as it passed beneath the old moss clad stone bridge,
And the sun stretched into lengthening shades of wonderment
Before it disappeared from view to hide behind the moon and stars.
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