Drift Poem by Shirley Harrison
Drift
I'll lay me down on a leaf
drift me down stream
my soul of gold
I'm not quite ready yet
to stand myself back up
I'll lay me down on a leaf
as the wind takes it's gasps
blowing me gently through the ripples
whilst listening to the orchestra of Nightingales
I have no idea where I'll end up?
but I know that where ever it may be...
I'll be surrounded by nature's glorious painting.
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