Fall Painting

December 1, 2013
The rough tongue of a pine
The dull whisper of an oak
Leaves fall gently to the soft earth
A slight breeze is blowing,
Telling stories of it’s own
A hedgehog sleeps
Nestled safely away
There is no disquiet
Only peaceful slumber whilst
The forest sings it’s lullaby.

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