Listen
Listen to it move in the treetops.
See it in the water flow.
Feel it in a breeze so soft.
Touch it in the sun so warm.
It surrounds us in all things,
And yet consists of nothing
dh Chisman
See it in the water flow.
Feel it in a breeze so soft.
Touch it in the sun so warm.
It surrounds us in all things,
And yet consists of nothing
dh Chisman
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