Softly speak through murmuring leaves,

As our feet pick their own paths.

Beneath nodding blossoms,

And swaying stalks of a living sea.

We are two among millions,

Burning with a star’s intensity.

Yet glowing a lovely green.

Dappled shadows play across skin,

Covered in soft down.

Our wick is young and ever pulling,

From our roots that sink into rich ground.

It is good to find peace within these cool places,

As a breathing canopy of sky attests to our being.

Twine your limbs about mine,

And we both will be lifted by a summer breeze.

Oh to enjoy this existence,

And bask in life which is ours.

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Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.