
The wind, blowing gently, leaves across a blanket of green grass,
The cool air, crisp to the sound of leaves underfoot,
Sun, beating down, trying to warm the earth and it’s inhabitants,
Spring, emerging from a long lingering winters sleep.
Deep within there is a pond. On the calmest day the water ripples and the words rise. Catch those words at the waters edge and allow them the chance to touch your soul.
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