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I walk among your Viridian Shades,
Your Golden Spires and Russet Tones,
Wondering about all you’ve Seen,
Who you’ve Watched and who you’ve Known.
What Wisdom you could Whisper to me,
If only I would Pause to Hear,
Instead of stumbling on alone,
Mired in tugging doubt and fear.
Speak, to us, O Wisest Soul,
Who’s Stood Witness to the Shifting Time,
Make Cool our Frenzied Calamity,
Sharing all your Humble, Majestic Rhyme.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph of 1500 year old Tree found at: googleplus.com


Beautiful!
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So glad you enjoyed it Jennie 🙂 Thanks Ever So!
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You are welcome!
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Perfection! Imagine what we could learn from the trees, if we only took time to listen!!
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If Only 🙂
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Beautiful tree. Those wonderful colours. Your poem compliments your photo so well. 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂 I do love musing about the ageless spirits of Arbors 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By a very wise lady named Morgan.
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