As I gaze at the swaying branches
Covering shadows hovering in trickling light,
I feel the breeze that enfolds, then leaves,
Like the echo of a silent whisper, as it takes flight!
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usually we are up above trying to pear at the running water below.... lovely you became a mermaid one with nature and looked up at the fuzzy images whizzing by.... absolutely lovely fresh and charming.....short focused and flows like a brook....kudos :)
Lovely descriptive poem.