Exercise 300601

Among the grove she

stands, still swaying to

the soft kisses of

the mountain winds racing

up the slopes and

over the crest to

her abode. Her girth

grand, limbs long and

sturdy. She smiles to

to her feathered visitors

abiding their boisterous chatter.

She smiles at the sun

crowning her glory. And

beneath her leaves, a

sparrow sings upon a

mossy boulder, singing away

the morning.



© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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