#WhisperingNature

There's a dream making roots
in body, heart and mind.
Beguiling whisper,
just a thing,
hearing souls
forget their homes.
They know where to go,
know how to get there.
No bad no good
planted in and on their heads;
they dance on the words:
"think of rustle of leaves,
fluttering pollen in the wind,
acorns hidden where you won't know".
There's a clearing,
resinous trees overtaken,
every comer lays,
eyes shut, mind alive.
Forevermore They can stay,
unless one of the dears takes them away.

© alzyest

The cover is a painting from Emilie Lee (@emilieleelee on Instagram)

@Morpheus2007
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