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Between Trees

Swing softly swing
Until the campsite goes quiet
Until you see the stars shine through the blue sky
Until even the crickets stop singing
And just before the sound of rushing water below you lulls you to sleep
Let your swing become a rock
And then a sway
And then a stop
Until sleep becomes you

Engulfs you in it's arms






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