Ballet in the Woods

December 30, 2008
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The ancient redwood
towers over the forest,
guardian of peace.
I sit nestled in its roots,
in awe, in tranquility.

A breeze travels by,
the sigh of Mother Nature.
It bears the fragrance
Of pine needles and fresh earth,
a scent that fills me with life.

The breeze blows to the
Tree where it plays a symphony
on which the leaves dance
Below, I watch mesmerized,
longing to join their ballet.





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