I've planted some thought seeds, and this is what has grown.
Come rest under a poetree, or take a leaf home to brighten up your room.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Breath
When wind is winding where it will, Through grass and tree, o'er stone and hill, And lifts the wings of beetles high Above the reach of earth-bound eye, I reach and welcome life's rebirth And feel I'm breathing with the earth.
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