Hair

Thine own hair

so full

so dark

so flowing

such

a friend to

birds

the wind

the waves

waterfall

and Lilly

pond

alike

I listened wisely

to the silent

call

‘go to

the

mountain

top’!

so I walked

up

the jagged trail

to its apex

and looked out

upon the

immense sprawling

valley

below

and called out

‘I am here,

what will

you have me

do, now’?!

and

I heard

tweets of

blue feathered

birds

felt a

fresh

invigorating

chilling breeze

smelled

fragrance of

tall green

pines

and scent of

daffodils

intuitively

sensing

the

sweetest

most

heartfelt

silence

I have ever

heard

 

 

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