Hear the song on the breeze
Whispering between the bare trees.
It speaks of warmth
Of summers delight.
Of an end
To the long night
If the days returning with all their strength.
Of hope and joy through all of this.
Of love and chance
Of the great dance.
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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