My dear soul

My dear soul,

I listen to the wind
sing through the trees.

Birds take flight
joining the song.

I hear a wish…
a trains whistle,

sounding a chorus
of dreams. 

Grasses bow
in acknowledgment.

Flower petals
quietly surrender.

A moment
of joyous harmony.

All things connect
to my dear soul.

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