Monday, March 17, 2025

The wind plays in the woods*

 


The wind plays in the woods*


I traipse through the woods and hear a sound

Sweet music from a minstrel playing a lute all around 

Birds flying throughout the forest in all the trees

Blending with the music with their little breeze

Joyful walking in this wonderland to be

Caring about nothing and feeling so free


Dom*Colucci 2010

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