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Wood’s

You are the a Willow tree whispering to me wast your branches

You are the the birds talking to each other

You are the the dear running with the wind

You are the squirrels scrambling up the trees

You are the owl tooting at the mouse

You are the river tricking  down the rocks

You are the wolf howling at the moon

You are the the sun beaming in the pale blue sky

You are the Autumn leaves falling

You are the snowflakes twirling from the dart black sky

One Response to “Wood’s”

  1. I love this poem, this is a very calming, great work. My favourite line is “You are the the dear running with the wind”
    what inspired you to write this?

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