Where Grasses Blow In The Wind

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When I feel weary
I go to a place in myself
where grasses blow in the wind,
where the morning sun
is warm on my shoulders
and birds sing in the trees.
Not knowing them by name
I thank them silently,
and breathing the stillness
draw in with every breath
the healing of the day.

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