Mere, Am I

Softly whisper in my ear
Echoes murmur yesteryear
Sound the song of birds that sing
Beside the buds in early spring

Where I rest, with bare feet
Absent from the urban streets
Through the meadow as I walk
I hear the winds that softly talk

Mere, am I beneath the sky
To question reason, sometimes why
How come the sky is blue
As gentle clouds shift among the hue

Rustling in the gentle breeze
Restless foe, among the leaves

To feel the grass beneath my feet
Heavenly wonder, in earthly treat
The scent of flowers fill the air
Locked in gentle, loving stare.

Poem By Darryn John Murphy

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