When the sunshine greets the morning
light falls on dew covered fields
leaves of brown blanket the ground
‘neath trees like memories still
hollows hide behind wooded curtains
boulders stand guard at the edge
roots hug the earth, and deep springs emerge
as the sun walks over the ridge
Time passes slow here
the rocks have their stories
years upon light years away
carved in beauty with generous glory
in the glens and fair meadows of Murray
Travelers lost have found homes here
claimed by the land to Staymore
as in a dream each wanderer seems
to have no recollection before
finding a way to this valley
coming from some other world
now we live here with the owl and the deer
and the river calls out to Staymore
Time passes slow here
the rocks have their stories
years upon light years away
carved in beauty with generous glory
in the glens and fair meadows of Murray ~
These are the lyrics to a song i wrote ~ SP
Lions Mane 
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