After
the rain
(before the moon),
they hum their free
-dom tunes to a storied sky.
The world whirls by with a
royal flair, but they’re
just happy to be
here with the
trees.
::
In November, we poem.
After
the rain
(before the moon),
they hum their free
-dom tunes to a storied sky.
The world whirls by with a
royal flair, but they’re
just happy to be
here with the
trees.
::
In November, we poem.