Here we go
travelling slow
further on
further along,
time to cross
the flowing streams
time to flow
to and fro,
to and fro
singing low
singing warm
singing light
crossing streams
in sunshine bright.
Happy now
in myself
singing sweet
singing high
blossoming petals
face the sky.
Soul is shining
heart is glowing
life’s expanding
roots grow deeply
happy now
my fruit is ripening.
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