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The pine
trees whisper, whisper with the wind,
as do the notes
that float though my mind
from a song
that’s not yet been written,
my skin ripples
as a nameless bond in me breaks free
and it may
be with a touch of fear, or it may be with the surge of excitement
that I
follow the whispers I now understand, for to shrink would be to die.
Ooh - festive - I like that!
ReplyDeleteAnd to die is such a waste of energy.
ReplyDeleteOkay, so that is what happens next.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem about the trees ~
ReplyDeleteHave a good week or whatever you want.
Nature has so much of wisdom to offer us and it is we who have to absorb it. A nice reminder, thanks.
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