i can feel grass blades beneath ground
reaching out slowly; quiet with warmth
i can hear whispers of treetops blowing
as feathers comes to life been waiting
tiny shoots breaking free from branches
lips opening longing for sweet kisses
gentle clouds passing my dream tuning
my heart beats and my eyelids drooping
i see lightning strikes flash on horizon
wind changes, it gets cold, could be storm
leaves won't wave today; they have fallen
it's okay with me my love you have spoken
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