You speak,
I listen…
to the rustling of the leaves,
the whispering of the wind,
the soft falling of dust,
sparkling gold in the sunlight,
to the laughing of the stream,
the swaying of the branches,
the song of the birds
echoing across the hills.
I hear your voice,
I feel your presence,
I know that I am loved.
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