listen to me
whispering to the leaves
on each and every tree
sneaking up your sleeve
under your shirt in the back
tickling your sides
you see my many works
but from your eyes i hide
it's not me that your ears hear
just things around you
telling you i am near
the clouds follow close behind
stirring imagination in your mind
unless you are blind
you are destined to find
my rhymes will help you unwind
rest on my breezes
even the tiniest one teases
your soul's desire
to rest like a song on the wind
look for the differences
i'll be waiting for you there.

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