Connected

Buds and blooms, Colonial Garden on a foggy morning Connected In a dream, you were asked to follow,to behold the soft things in the airand beneath the earth, the seeds, roots—the ifs of gardens, forests, meadows,the cycles of darkness and light callingthe ancient songs of starsechoed by birds, whispered by bees.You listen, hold the secret […]

Connected

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