As freshness pass through my lungs
And my concentration lies above
I meet beauty of the beauties
All swaying in galaxies
With sweet melodies
Fine rhythms
They all whisper
Trying to convince my restless soul that I'm not alone
From tree to tree
All I can hear is whispers and droppings of my favorite fruits
In that moment I rush my thoughts
To how beautiful birds consume and produce all at once.
©ondiekadel
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