In twilight gentle glow, Whispers of the night, Soft leaves begin to show, Moons tender, silent light. Upon the hills so high, Stars weave stories old, Underneath the boundless sky, Truths of time unfold. Echoes of the past, In silent winds they sing, Memories that last, Freedoms gentle wing. Mountains standing tall, Guardians of the land, Answering natures call, Reached by no men hand. In the rivers flow, Timeless tales reside, With the currents tow, Dreams and hopes collide. Through the forest deep, Secrets kept so close, In shadows dark they keep, Whispers no one knows. By the fires burn, Old tales find their voice, Legends twist and turn, In the flames, rejoice. Dawn begins to break, New days promise calls, With every step we take, Strength within us all. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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