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the earth’s breath
sends trails of mist
through the morning

primordial sound
that first ahh, softly whispered

became the song of birds
the laughter of the squirrel
the thrill of the wolf to the chase

the moon, inspired
drew the ocean deep

an embrace held, released
and the trees danced the joy
with symbiotic flowers

on this breath
this sacred sound

of an ever unfolding
evolutionary adventure
“it came to pass as it was spoken”

choose, in the absence of choice
this life, your creation


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posted for NaPoWriMo – day 29 (yes, I know, I missed a few days)