Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy
themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the
breeze
Limbs out stretched
towards the sun
As in the dampled
sunlight,
We walk hand in hand
below
Slowly wandering the
wood
Through shadows and
the sunshine
The humming wings of
insects
Our only company
In the shade the
spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a
different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last
forever
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