3: 30 Am Poem by Charlie Parant
3: 30 Am
they gently swing, I hear them sing
the wind chimes at the house next door
a gentle breeze that sways the trees
but soon it will be so much more
a late March storm is taking form
expected here in the morning
by break of day is what they say
feel it's best to heed their warning
so, I will wait, anticipate
to see what Mother Nature brings
my thoughts run deep and I can't sleep
I'll listen as the wind chime rings
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