

Awakened by wind blown curtains
moving as if whispering to the
billowing tree.
The wind is the most peaceful music
on a starry night playing to
fireflies dancing about, while dreams
travel into the moonlight.
Morning arrives.
Birds escape in flight soaring
in unison toward the sun.
Today is where I want to be.
Searching for treasure...my destiny.
~
Elizabeth Karas
~
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