The Pleasantries of Seneca

The tall beautiful trees, that hung above us like a tunnel of lush green vegetation,

The leaves raining from the sky of all colours,

The vibrant reds, and browns, of the cardinals, could never be missed

The Blue Jays playing and singing mid flight,

The woodpeckers peck the great trees,

The nostalgic smell of damp leaves on the ground,

The dozen of bucks and does, the majestic and powerful creatures,

Drinking from the cold, gentle streams trickling past, the rocks of varying sizes,

That we would sit on, and have countless picnics, and are to have, countless more to come.

April 17, 2020