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ng in our natural world, becoming another branch of a tree, breathing air and rooted in universal acceptance</p><p id="93b5">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="79b0">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="64e0" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/brushed-by-the-warm-breeze-6c4530fb001b"> <div> <div> <h2>Brushed By the Warm Breeze</h2> <div><h3>A Haiku</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div>
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Open meadow A blade of grass tickles my ear as the songs of hummingbirds melodically sing me to sleep on the floor of nature
I close my eyes, bathing in our natural world, becoming another branch of a tree, breathing air and rooted in universal acceptance
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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