Still

Windchimes above my head,

Sunrays licking my toes,

Musical notes carried in the wind,

Blessings warmly cast.

 

A bird teases me,

Calling upon me to fly,

Blue sky,

Whispy cloud,

Forming shapes that only my mind can see.

 

My breath,

A gentle reminder,

Of all I need to be.

 

Be still and listen.

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