We Nature Romped
Dedicated to Timothy Lee, the best of me
I held my cherished man's hand with glee
as we strolled thru a lush field's spread
towards a line of noble, old trees
that preened and cooled the river ahead.
Small pastel flowers dotted the bank
like romantic marks meant to lift hearts.
My perceived life stresses all fast sank
in nature that dressed in Eden's art.
Like freedom's children, we nature romped.
... CayCay
October 2, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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