simonhlilly

Walking further than intended
A river breeze in the tree tops
And below, streams of birdsong.

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The grasses are shooting green
But still in forest shade
The violets in full bloom.

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A running stream
A cowslip sky.
At the forest’s edge,
The scent of green.

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Deep in the woods
Violets bloom where no-one sees.
Perfected in themselves,
Complete within silence.

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Allowed to breathe here
By the forest’s edge
This cowlip sky
A river wind in the treetops.

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