January 18, 2012
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The soft whispering of the careening wind,
The hush of the leaves gently tapping one another.
The beat of the sun dropping down from sky,
Bright and soft, warm and yet cold.

The call of the birds,
Wings flapping at their sides,
Melodies piercing through the sky of blue.

The feel of bark against fingertips,
Head lying against the brown and green.

Watching a peaceful scene.

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