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Ribbon lifts above my hat
Clover brushes at my shoes
Fern leaves shimmer after shade
Tiny paths invite me through
Birch trees draw a lace of light
On the ground beneath my feet
Somewhere far, a blackbird sings
Slow and soft, then disappears
Branches bend
Without a sound
Little petals
Spin around
Soft wind whispers
Through the grove
Silver leaves
Begin to glow
Sunlight falling
Here and there
Summer drifting
Through the air
Soft wind whispers
Past the pines
Moving gently
Out of sight
Every step
The branches know
Where the quiet
Breezes go
Buttercups beside the trail
Catch the light in tiny gold
A feather circles once, then rests
On a weathered wooden post
Sleeves grow cool beneath the shade
Moss is bright along the stones
Every turning, every bend
Feels like somewhere never known
Willow branches
Brush the sky
Clouds are sailing
Slow and high
Soft wind whispers
Through the grove
Silver leaves
Begin to glow
Sunlight falling
Here and there
Summer drifting
Through the air
Soft wind whispers
Past the pines
Moving gently
Out of sight
Every step
The branches know
Where the quiet
Breezes go
Leaves keep dancing
Overhead
Patches of light
Paint the path
Nothing waiting
Nothing lost
Only footsteps
Soft as moss
Soft wind whispers
Through the grove
Silver leaves
Begin to glow
Sunlight falling
Here and there
Summer drifting
Through the air
Soft wind whispers
Past the pines
Moving gently
Out of sight
Every step
The branches know
Where the quiet
Breezes go
Soft wind whispers
Through the trees
One last ribbon
Meets the breeze
