Speak to Me
Speak to me, gentle waves
gently breaking in silent caves
Speak to me, whispering trees
rustling in the sweet breeze
Speak to me, my spirit within
If all could speak to me
What a different world
We would live in.
There again
There is magic in
silent divinity.
By A. E. Lee
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