My Surrounds. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

My Surrounds.



The sun tries to shine through,
the white branches of the birch trees.
Its attempts flicker through and give me the light,
I need to see my way.
The water from the stream trickles down,
and takes some snow covered leaves with it.
The peaceful sound of my surrounds make my day.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .

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