Like a tree-friendly meadow you happen upon
on a walk you take
because you have to find her
How happy she feels to have you,
how full you feel to know shes been waiting.
She welcomes you with peace
and hers becomes yours
she warms and cools and
quiets you with a grace not her own
and you're covered
this meadow's contours
remain
shaped into this land
and would you?
trees and high grasses live quiet lives,
only the wind supplies their voice.
and only you can hear.
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