Full Moon On My Shoulder

Full moon on my shoulder, morning couldn’t get much colder, on my way to the sky, to be with me, past stream fountains glowing, from mountains flowing, leaving behind the why, going to where I can sit and walk, let nature talk, and I just listen, only questions are, will there be Wallflowers in bloom, will there be moose and Marsh Marigold, will I feel old?

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