-------Shadow-------
It
is one of those sweet
and
serendipitous
ways
of summer
How
when
the sun
has
reached its height
The
leaves
too
are
fullest.
There
is little else
I
could hope to do
in
a day
Than
give thanks
to
these small
and
wonderful things
While
resting
in
the shadow
of
a tree.
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