If I could bundle all the joy
That I feel sitting here
Watching the boats
bobbing gently in the bay
The sun warming my face
And the birds busy
in the hedgerows
Then I would call it
Essence of the earth
What a gift

Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon
poems by Zephyra
If I could bundle all the joy
That I feel sitting here
Watching the boats
bobbing gently in the bay
The sun warming my face
And the birds busy
in the hedgerows
Then I would call it
Essence of the earth
What a gift
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