the branches dance
with the cool
evening breeze
the wind singing
her delicate song
as she passes through
fluttering palm branches
i sit and listen
together they breathe
such beautiful music
the branches dance
with the cool
evening breeze
the wind singing
her delicate song
as she passes through
fluttering palm branches
i sit and listen
together they breathe
such beautiful music
The Metta Garden 
Great describtion, really.
I totally enjoyed your poem.
Terri
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Mmmmm….. yes… your breath and their breath, my friend… intricate harmony, all of us breathing through this life together…
xoamy