As my walk goes deeper into the forest, the silence calls to me.
Cooler air envelops the trees
covered by the shade, I turn suddenly when a sparrow leaves her nest.
Noticing the sunlight is diffused now
looking with my heart filled,
I bow my head
as a lone crow ruffles his feathers
disturbed by my sense
We do make peace and then…..
I let the words flow,
but is it really a prayer?
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