Dancing with the Wolf

Friday, November 22, 2013

The fallen log

The fallen tree from the logged forest cries
Where have my family gone?
The lavenders came and said
Fret not fallen log i will be your family from now on
Soon the daisies and the gerberas came along
the fallen log is lonely no more
Posted by sw at 7:09 AM
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