From A Cradle Poem by Paul Josef

From A Cradle



A wind swept froth bubbles across the tips of the tall grass.
Butterflies, like fluttering gossamer, tumble down the breeze.
A rustling litany nestles on the treetops.
Zephyrs sway the world, and in its rocking I'm assured we're its children.

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