Richness

The bird I can’t see
That sings from the forest
Makes me weep.
The gentlest breeze
That caresses my cheek
Stirs my soul.
The warmth of the sun
That touches my shoulder
Melts my heart.
And when they all come together
In one glorious moment
I realize
I am whole
I am blessed
I am the richness I dream of.

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