by Dahni
Gentle begin hush under the canopy Hands of leaves mouths of empty pools spread and open wide All grow still but for few a chirp sing with joy in gentle bath All turn to the fresh of green clean in new of breathing Heavy now the drops weigh down the tops pitter in the patter fall trickle down the skin of trees fall to touch all else below This music stirs this gentle embrace cleansing body soul and spirit Why always this return the thoughts To this the bathe of you© 1998
from the collection 'Ravnsong' by the same author
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