
There exists a place
where grace imparts
a smile on every face.
Where flowers bloom
and chicks do roam
and honeybees buzz about.
The woods they speak
of you and me
we set a spot of tea.
The wild creatures
come and romp
dance so gaily.
And in the end
our heads will root
between the dappled sun.

I am always grateful the days depression departs my soul. Today I feel free… How are you? ππΌππ
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