A space to be unseen

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Small rain in  summer
Pools on large green leaves,
Makes all birds dumber
Silently they weave.

Wrens fly to and fro
Nesting near the house.
They know where to go
With nestlings and spouse.

Simple life of green
Hiding in  lush leaves.
A space to be unseen
Humans only grieve.

Where is our safe space,
Where can we  live well?
As anguish veils the face
In green thoughts I dwell.
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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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