Crystal clear water flows down the Avon
Sentiment unstirred as boats are all moored Has it ever been this clear? Has it ever been this quiet? The air is fresh and smells of spring blossom And still is the hum of traffic No cars today on the once busy roads Only the sounds of the wind in the leaves The birds in the trees The gentle flow of moving water In secluded spaces And forests of old trees remaining beautifully unperturbed Corridors of white blossom line sunshine kissed trails Dry dirt in warmth of spring sunshine These are the moments I forget Moments of escape Moments of appreciation With the clean water The fresh air And the radiant blossom This is fine Sometimes when I sit in the sunshine I forget theres a wild storm raging
Where people are fighting And loosing And grieving But then the spring hits And can't help but smile And listen to the birds And the laughter of children And the turning of the world But the storm keeps raging In brightly lit florescent rooms Where brave people In insufficient gear Battle an enemy who is cryptic And unseen They brave the storm in their paddle boats And fishing boats To save those stranded in need Sitting in the sunshine I sometimes forget the storm But I always remember those brave people Who haven't seen their families in weeks Who haven't had a hug Who face grisly death everyday And keep fighting And keep healthy And we support them In the sunshine In our homes Until this storm doth pass |
Douglas Karson
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