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Little child at my feet,
Come into my arms;
The birds will sing you nocturnes sweet,
The beasts will do no harm.
The owl will lift his hoary head,
The crickets too shall rise,
And yield a slow, enchanted strain
Into the dusky skies.
- by Earthsongs |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/25/2009 |
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- Title: Wind In The Treetops
- Artist: Earthsongs
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Description:
Written from the perspective of a tree. For poetry class. Fun with personification. I know it's short, but it was meant to be simplistic, like a children's lullaby.
Enjoy. - Date: 08/25/2009
- Tags: wind tree
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