Wandering (Acrostic)

Willow bark topped with leaves

And glazed with golden sun,

Never was there another place

Dominated by the most lovely of life.

Energy and peacefulness is all around;

Riches of gold are no compare.

am lost, of course, but I care not,

Nothing else shall make me happy:

Green life widens my mind.

2:00 PM Poem

Elizabeth Wingert

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