Early Works - Woodland Silence

The light that dawn brought
now fades as dusk returns
with it comes a soft breeze
that whispers to the trees
as lovers walk hand in hand
through twilights wonderland
the birds in the trees that sang
now rest their heads in sleep
as in the woodland silence
there is heard not a peep.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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