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Were all the Trees to begin uprooting

and walking toward me

with strides both even and measured

I could be no more aware

of the movement of

the Earth

beneath me

Should the Clouds hovering over my head

bend low

arching their backs to 

twine one of my curls around their fingers

or to rest a heavy hand upon my head

I could be no more aware

of the weight of 

the Sky

above me

If the Wind should kiss my cheeks

and caress my face 

with the soft and sure hands of a lover

I could be no more aware 

of the transience of 

the Wind 

around me