As the Wind Gently Moves the Tall Grass

As the wind gently moves the tall grass

on the side of the mountain,

a few bees

contend for the wildflowers swaying,

and my heart is at rest, 

listening

as the shadow of hawk wings

silently

passes over – stirring, bringing

a sense of adventure.

And in the wind now, I can hear

Him speak.

   

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