Among the clamor of life’s spree, The whisper of a brook, A backdoor to nature’s tranquility, Where stones pulse, And shadows play, weaving Through the soft light of the trees, In that gentle embrace, endless time strays.
- Louise Bogan
Among the clamor of life’s spree, The whisper of a brook, A backdoor to nature’s tranquility, Where stones pulse, And shadows play, weaving Through the soft light of the trees, In that gentle embrace, endless time strays.