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FOREST  GLADE

THERE'S A CLEARING IN THE FOREST,
WHERE A LITTLE STREAM FLOWS
IT'S SHELTER AND COMFORT
AS ALL THE ANIMALS KNOWS

A STAG AND DOE ARE RESTING THERE
BEFORE THEY GO ON THEIR WAY,
PEACE AND QUIET AWAITS THEM
ON THIS WARM AND SUNNY DAY

THE ONLY SOUND TO BE HEARD,
IS THE RUSTLING OF THE TREES
AND THE WARBLING OF THE BIRDS
SINGING THEIR SWEET MELODIES.

WHERE DID THEY COME FROM--?
NO-BODY SEEMS TO KNOW
THEY'LL MELT INTO THE FOREST,
WE'LL NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY GO.

SHIRLEY SASEK-copyright--2010



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