An easily carried canoe moves and glides
Through waters and tides
With paddling strokes cutting
And pushing
Along
While calling loons haunt
And trill
The silent canoe moves seamlessly in strides
Shades of colors changes the early morning sky
From drowsy darkness to light
With painting strokes blotting
And cutting out stars
While water melts
And twists the colors
Reflected and bright
An autumn breeze passes coldly and brisk
Then upon the cheek kissed
Reminds of leaves shaking
And falling
From trees
Of cozy cider and nutmeg
Warming souls to bliss
A comfy cotton cap muffles no song
The chick-a-dees will not be wronged
Of audiences sitting
And listening
To choirs
And though we move quietly
Anciently
Our presence is known as we paddle our canoe along
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