- She moves so slowly,
- Reaching down, reaching up,
- Reaching out reaching in.
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- Sometimes, like right now,
- She is full of leaves.
- Adornment, shelter, gatherers of light and air.
- Sometimes, like right now,
- She feels them moving,
- Being touched by a warm motion,
- Coming to her stationary self.
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- While the earth turns,
- And the moon changes shape,
- And the stars shine.
- As the night flowers close
- As the morning flowers open.
- As the creatures of the night
- Morph into creatures of the day.
- The unseen seducing the seen,
- The scene seducing her soul.
- Her soul reaching down, reaching up,
- Reaching in, reaching out,
- As she feels thousands of leaves being caressed.
- “Dont stop, come closer“, she beckons.
- “Surround me, embrace me with your warmth.
- Bring what you have, what you are, what you become.
- I stand here in your path, on your path,
- Along your way“,
- She whispers as she bears
- The evidence of wind.
