Birds
An old tree waits
alone on the hilltop
white leaves rustling
but no wind blows
and in one swift motion
the tree rises up
as a hundred doves
open their wings
soaring up into the air
ready for a new destination
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I absolutely love this! And that picture captures the essence so perfectly!
Thanks so much Katie! 🙂