It was beautiful because.
A cool light shaded the solitude
of a sycamore lined dirt lane.
Broad leafy boughs arrested the
passage of afternoon sunshine.
Carpets of moss and grass are radiant,
solid and durable; a green hum of
inheritance.
It’s a favorable place. Bewildering
too those passing through.
An oasis to others walking slowly.
Roger Singer 
Beautiful poem.
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