-------Woke in a Dream-------
Eyes
close
softly to
the sound
of
rain.
A
drumbeat
on
an empty branch,
filling
the entire forest
One
drop
and
dream
at
a time.
The
hills will soon
turn
green
again.
If
we let
ourselves
stay
woke
To
the music
of
Springs
becoming.
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