Warm River

At the stroke of midnight the bellfree rung

in the nearby tree the lark's song sung

by warm river two sit down

on it's banks of dry grassy ground

a lightened kiss, a softened touch

a gentle glance, a whispered hush

up in the sky an eagle flys

back to her nest where her babys lie

up in the tree safe at home

apon the banks where the rivers ome

and in the river fish now sleep

by this river no tears will weep

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Some nice images in this.