Beneath The Trees and Dance Of Tyme

Sitting beneath the trees  rustle of the leaves  willows dancing in the breeze  fresh air brushing through my hair and across my torso so gentle up upon the trunks of the trees that shade me  relaxed from the sun I sit quietly  listenening to parsley sage rosmary and tyme such a song and beautiful rhyme Continue reading “Beneath The Trees and Dance Of Tyme”