Silver

Poem: Silver by Natasha


The 3 silver birch trees stood tall on the hill, surrounded by the sunlight daffodils,

the pond and ducks as they glide,

the sermon of hope close by,

the park and slides,

the merry-go-round of laughter,

lost to the wind.

As the gentle breeze refreshed my step,

a pathway home to the embrace of the children.

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