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Not Alone.
I watch as trees still bleak,
beckon and draw me close.
Grey shimmers with a kiss of gold
that falls to emerald leaves.
A twitch of twigs now bend to bow,
pay homage to the life within
as squirrels in contortions dance
to sway the beetling bough.
Where pigeons, still as statues blend
towards the graining bark,
watch as dainty songbirds dart
upon a silent wing.
And as the day grows weary wise,
they sing for me their song
for nature shares her company.
And I am not alone.
