Under shadows of the free forest
I can run, I can walk, I can rest
Around me, the fixed pins sometimes drop
See the sun, I can talk, wish a crop
But my bun gets a fall of needles
As the weather delicately wheedles
I can feel low snow falls that cuddles
It reminds me a teadle sewing
I'll joyfully step into puddles
This child I've always been is sparkling
Sia, "Pin Drop" song
Under a slow pin drop I feel great
Happiness, calm tranquility shows
Over the covert light of the grate
Forest gives an atmosphere that flows
I'm in the mood to share what follows
Off yews
With you
About the Creator
Francis L
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