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Volume 5 Issue 3
Page 24

Wonder of the summer was
Butterfly Valley on Pheasant Creek
Slow and quiet, not too deep

We wondered how the thunder clouds
Pour down, pour out the rain
Precipitate, pure dissipates
From the foothills to the plains

The wonder of the valleys
The wonder of the skies.
The wonder of the wonderless
We wonder where and why

The wonder of the flowers
The wonder of the trees
The wonder of the seasons
We wonder in our slumber
We wonder in our dreams
Wonder
By Spyder
(a song lyric)