Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Be-Leave

 
Be-Leave
c Judith Froemming

"The tree reaches out
and touches my face,
her gentle caress
leaves Love in it's place.

She whispers her gift
on a breeze of green,
'My wisdom is ancient
my healing is free.'"
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