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
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