Wild
Rowan Forest
Call
the beauty police,
I
spy a culprit of wonder.
Here
as I sit in quiet,
Calm
the flow of her swaying.
She
has called me here once more,
To
find that peace within.
Does
she know another way,
To
give me peace and beauty?
Thankful
I am once again,
To
be blessed beneath her care.
Wild
and free she roams the land,
Restoring
the balance of natures hand.
Once
upon a long age ago,
When
I had known her love,
I
had come to sit and know,
Just
what beauty of her response.
The
Rowan's guard life and limb,
From
any evil that may come in...
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