The sweet summer sunlit
Shines on in a softened voice
Covered by blanket
Of expanding space
The wind softly blows
O'er highfaluting treetops
Life cont'nues to grow
Beneath, old sod earth, land crop
Whilst reflect'ng on bench top
In small town country park lot
© daniel miltz
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