She is the freshest sea I have tasted
Casting from shore, through hills of hued skies
Gathering the oak from the western coast
Enveloping what once were our harvest prize
Her silky frock tossed and turned everywhere
With silver whisps shining behind
Motioned silhouette like apparitions
As the passing words comforts in kind--
"Hello dearest life, how are you?"
I bask in her touch so free and lasting
"Worry not, all is well. It has come."
My fingers open with alms in yearning
My leafy reds and orange break and fall
While rain and sun lay in wait for her call
Casting from shore, through hills of hued skies
Gathering the oak from the western coast
Enveloping what once were our harvest prize
Her silky frock tossed and turned everywhere
With silver whisps shining behind
Motioned silhouette like apparitions
As the passing words comforts in kind--
"Hello dearest life, how are you?"
I bask in her touch so free and lasting
"Worry not, all is well. It has come."
My fingers open with alms in yearning
My leafy reds and orange break and fall
While rain and sun lay in wait for her call
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