Shake – June 10, 2019

Drifting,

As the cloud

Passes by.

The bird teetering

Through the breeze.

The gentle shake

that comes

From the leaves,

Soothes the aching soul.

Unopened eyes,

And rambling

To the melody

Sung.

Refuge found

In everything

That was,

And is to come.

But right now,

As the clouds stand still

In their place.

Birds chirping

Tucked in the trees.

The shake of the leaves

Finds you, and

Picks you up

Taking you right where

You need to be.

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