The breath of the Earth

The breath of the Earth

 

In the morning mist all

Is engrossed in expectance

 

in the noise of humdrum

in the whistling wind

in the mossy trunk

– one can hear silence

 

from the nooks of tree’s soul

leaves escape rustling

but rain-whipped branches

last cracked

 

immerse your hands in the tree’s slits

intently listen to Earth’s breath

 

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