Countryside by Chris Row
Shafts of lightThrough cathedral windows,
Dappled shade
Upon the leaves
Beneath my feet,
Bird song
In the branches above.
In the distance
Hind and fawn
Cross the forest track.
The sweet fragrance of autumn
Fills the misty air,
A gentle breeze
Moving colours
To forest floor.
So precious
Such beauty,
So hard to find
Such peaceful sanctuary.
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