stop for a moment and read this poem.
let the greenery of it rustle in the wind
and there you are again can it be so:
that child you were a long time ago;
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The attendant angels of this poem led you to magical lines: ', , , Let the greenery of it rustle in the wind', , , 'Breath more like a metronome in search of music.'
breathe more like a metronome in search of music.....wonderful rendition!
To think of a poem having greenery that rustles or one's breath being like a metronome in search of music, this shows your poem has entered a realm of fluid transformations. The soul's movements are like a musical accompaniment to everyday things.