To sit and listen with the
river...
As a breeze whispers
secrets
through the grass.
And birds sing nothing to the air
but
the carried flight of their
expansion.
The river moves in
stillness.
While I sit in the quiet motion of
my thoughts
-
Listening with the river.
~
There is a conversaton.
Beyond thought and words and the language of
the world...there is the whispered voice
of nature.
Secrets are shared.
Listen
,
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