stillness rewrites the morning glow that is spilled
memories pluck the promises from the branches
the breeze, then and now, perfectly weightless,
listen to the wind, wood cracking, leaves rustling
take inside the sounds of the natural world
the pure joy extends beyond the visual realm
silently slipping through the glass window
the aroma of the first day of this summer
wafting in so many unspoken hopes and dreams.
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