FOR LOVERS OF THE WORLD
FOR THE LOVERS OF THE WORLD
BY HANNAH COHEN
In the quiet grove where shadows play, I stand tall, a tree on nature’s stage. Leaves like whispers in the gentle air, A simple life, beyond compare. Amidst changing seasons, I gracefully dance, A silent observer to life’s sweet romance. Under the wide, azure sky above, I find solace in this woodland of love.
