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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