What deep hush felt the leaves as they grew still
Tender whispers taken from our soul as they become breath
Words that bring honey from such lips
Tasted, now drunk with winged emotion that tingles the skin
In joy were we
Simple prayers sent with wondering eyes
The same eyes that trace with such feeling
With the faintest motion
They confess
Shivers, that have become angels at motion
A symphony of wind that climbs the neighboring hill of itself
Sympathetically living the heaven of a promise
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