go to the oak savannah

Go to the old oak savannah,

this is what I would suggest

when the world feels to be tumbling

The geese rejoice the day, calling out to the sky above,

all begins with the white winter berries heavy with dew

go to the old oak savannah

Peace drops down slow,

listen ever so quietly to the geese

this is what I would suggest

Snow blankets my path as morning breaks,

softens my heart with each step

when the world seems to be tumbling.

N.L. Reynolds February 2025