Smooth wooden board hung from coarse rope,

Tail of excited dog.

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Slightly steep hill seems to be wave,

Frozen into its place.

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Outstretched roots are like someone's arms,

Reaching out for comfort.

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Playful birds chirping like whistle,

Being blown across space.

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Creaking, sturdy, upright tree trunks,

Wind telling her story.

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Air carries cent of pine tree sap,

Blanket surrounding world.

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Tiny, crawling ants form a line,

Soldiers into battle.

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Air becomes wind pushing back hair,

It's dancing behind me.

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Drops of dew, like a baby's tears,

Crystal outline of web.

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Gripping fragile life of tree leaf,

Like Grasping onto time.

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At tip, branches hold leaf bushels,

Weaved in a tangeld web.

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Taste sweetness of morning moisture.

Wind sings its peaceful song.

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The clearing into time.