The Softness of the Air

The softness of the air washed over me,


always giving never taking.

I wondered,

how beautiful clouds move across the sky

and how the patience of oak leaves

works within the human heart

calling forth

another gentle prayer.

Poetry and Image Copyright Β© 2021 rivers renewed

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