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A great Orb is held aloft by the boughs of a giant Oak tree. ~ Sighing with the wind, the Oak shifts his branches and catches a wandering butterfly. Holding the butterfly carefully closely up high, the Oak can hear her song of beauty and of brevity and a million moments in the sun. The Oak stretches and responds with ages and acorns long gone, whilst above them the Orb glistens with glee.   Tickled by the wind the Oak laughs and shudders his boughs reflexively - the butterfly launches herself back into the bright sky - the Orb softly pulses goodbye. ~ A great Orb is held aloft by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
The Wind
A great Orb is held aloft by the boughs of a giant Oak tree. ~ Sighing with the wind, the Oak shifts his branches and catches a wandering butterfly. Holding the butterfly carefully closely up high, the Oak can hear her song of beauty and of brevity and a million moments in the sun. The Oak stretches and responds with ages and acorns long gone, whilst above them the Orb glistens with glee.   Tickled by the wind the Oak laughs and shudders his boughs reflexively - the butterfly launches herself back into the bright sky - the Orb softly pulses goodbye. ~ A great Orb is held aloft by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.
8.8.14 ~ First poem I've written in quite a while; all my others were composed before 2012...
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
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