Log Cabin Chronicles

Summer rain

BERIT LUNDH

There's a warm summer rain
Falling on me now
As I walk along the shore
Of the lake.
There's a whispering wind
Singing in my ear
As I listen to the water
Hit the sand.
There's a music around me
Playing a great symphony
Of sound.
And as I wander through
The woodlands of my own
Magic world.
And as I float above
The breakers
Of the sea.
And as I run through
The grasses blowing
In the breezes.
I just know.
There's a warm summer rain
Falling on me now
As I walk along the shore
Of the lake.

Berit Lundh writes in Canada

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