wandering the woods
tis the last day of spring
her beauty
is abundant
treasures fill my eyes
music as the trees sway
and the birds sing and sing
ummm
my first wild strawberries of the year
they are so tiny
tis the last day of spring
her beauty
is abundant
treasures fill my eyes
music as the trees sway
and the birds sing and sing
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my first wild strawberries of the year
they are so tiny