Poem -
Trees
Their leaves whisper an accompaniment to the purling stream as I sit and ponder
I take for granted the sweet nectar they provide,
as the one within me draws on it at will
Yet I worship these sentient beings,
for they clasp each other's ancient twisted hands below
An eternal dance of life
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Hi Petr!
 I like the description of the trees' twisted roots...  Well done!*!*!
Jacki
Thank you :0)
Lovely ink!!Â
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