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 

Scarborough fair 

beneath the trees and dance of tyme

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