Thank you for the tag, A Writer’s Voice!

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Patient as stone,

the serpentine path

winds through the forest.

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It waits for the intentional

placement of my footsteps:

sacred offerings upon

the altar of the earth.

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The wind breathes its prayer

through the treetops, while

roots listen to life’s tender

growth beneath the surface.

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A hymn of praise for life

echoes from the opening

of the soft, petaled lips

of every flower, swells

into the sky’s endless

promise of freedom.

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I tag whoever reads this and feels inspired. My last line is your first.