written by: Vickie Johnstone
We talk about the hum,
the murmur of the earth, so numb,
this breathing time,
a waking, walking line.
Prisms and rainbows of light,
small echoes just out of sight,
reflections of dew eyes on grass,
vast azure oceans clear as glass,
dust mountains yearn to touch the clouds,
our imaginations out of bounds.
In the silence listen for the hum,
breathe it in, this heady drum-
beat through the striding trees,
velvet whispers on the breeze.
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