Come, sit with me.

Come, sit with me
On a lazy afternoon
We will picnic in the meadow Where the wild flowers bloom

In such perfect idleness
Memories may stir
Like ripples on the water
Then fade away without a care

Bare feet and laughter
Cloudless blue skies
Warm breeze on freckled skin
The tickle of butterflies

Time means nothing here
We are young forever more
For life began and ended
While we found our way back home

Poetry by Samantha Turner
Artist Brian Paterson

Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

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