May 13
Walking among the majestic California Redwoods
I am amazed by their towering height, red bark, and small cones
They speak as the soft wind blows
Like with us, conversations are better with a companion
In the absence thereof,
quiet whispers ensue beneath the surface
Sunshine on branches stimulates leaves, and the music begins
The astute listen and give thanks
I dance.
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๐๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ท๐ถ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด & ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
