Wood Nymph
Our Golden Days
A red bird scolds a squirrel
As he scampers up a tree.
The familiar smell of autumn
Is carried in the breeze.
A huge red tail hawk
Circles, awaiting his prey.
Animals are preparing for winter
Tomorrow will be memories of yesterday.
I wish for fond memories
To the ones I love so dear.
I tried to do my best, leave no regrets,
I will be smiling at you Up There.
As he scampers up a tree.
The familiar smell of autumn
Is carried in the breeze.
A huge red tail hawk
Circles, awaiting his prey.
Animals are preparing for winter
Tomorrow will be memories of yesterday.
I wish for fond memories
To the ones I love so dear.
I tried to do my best, leave no regrets,
I will be smiling at you Up There.
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Our Golden Days
Our Golden Days