
lapping water at the edge under a green swept tree
little boat comes to the shore to rest and just to be
a placid spot to sit and watch the world go by us today
a peaceful day with ghosts to play in nature’s serene bay
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lapping water at the edge under a green swept tree
little boat comes to the shore to rest and just to be
a placid spot to sit and watch the world go by us today
a peaceful day with ghosts to play in nature’s serene bay