in a couple of Burns stanzas |
| I'll take you to my secret place, where sunlight spreads chantilly lace across the verdant forest space. We gather there, away from city's frantic pace, where we can share. The squirrel's chatter welcomes me and quashes grim monotony, while we enjoy comradery with Nature's world and celebrate the tapestry of grace unfurled. Notes ▶︎ |