A tree, a branch
roots that curl and burrow
through the chalk.
A whisper in the leaves
a skylark's glorious
defiant song.
Snails along the path
rain that washes all away
and wheat again as tall as ever.
A life, a smile
reaching out and touching others
changing imperceptibly
the fabric of our universe.
LS
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Thank you Rebecca, there where we walk for a little while.
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