To

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To listen as the sky hears
The songbird’s song, as the trees
Hear the wind whispering in playful gales,
As the moon listens to the wolf
Howling in the depths of the night.

To see as the sun peaks its edge
Over the horizon. As the dawn
Creeps slowly in tow when it wakes
From slumber in early hours.

To feel as the delicate root
Of the newly potted plant
Reaching out into gifted soil,
Searching for safety and nutrition.

To be as a pebble on the beach.
Feeling the water wash back and forth.
Made out of something much, much greater
Than itself, slowly being smoothed away.

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~ And Poetry After Dark