Just a whisper of the wind in the cool air,
The old trees cracked, while standing,
So bright and bold.
I came to a pond, all clear and blue,
The calmness was still, not even a sound.
The country so green, flowers blooming astray,
The contentment feeling, overwhelmed, as I walked away.
The old trees cracked, while standing,
So bright and bold.
I came to a pond, all clear and blue,
The calmness was still, not even a sound.
The country so green, flowers blooming astray,
The contentment feeling, overwhelmed, as I walked away.
Adapted from "A Quiet Moment", by Carolyn Thomas Langston
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