Whispering Trees

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Can you hear through the canopy,
the rustling of leaves,
tiny whispers
chant at me
and my eyes are open
to the world.
Encompassing my soul that
needs
cleansing.
I am recharged,
anew,
and a cluttered road
becomes clear.
The trees sway in transient light
stretching out across pavements
Into gardens
and freely whisper little kisses
to a fragile
universe.

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