In these moments there is peace
-the kind of peace that you read about in stories,
usually fairytales or something of that sort
The dark green blades of grass coupled with those of the dead
dancing in the heavy breeze
While the evergreens laugh with me
-Waving back and forth
My good old Belle,
loyal as she is
lays sleepily beside me...
the red bricks warming her belly
While her ears perk up to the
Wind chimes singing with the birds
I can only wait and wonder
how long this peace will last
Oh, to my summer days,
how much I shall soon
miss you
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