Terry A Posted April 5 Share Posted April 5 Under the spruce trees playing soft moss and feathery branches waving surrounded by the trees we children alive we were and sounded in the forests’ cheer Though dark things lurked they were for other days the golden childrens laughter kept them all away. There were no omens behind those dark moving branches The sun was gentle then and softened every blow It was as though the moments had no breaking tides And never any reason to cry or die or lie. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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