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Communing With Wrens

The green tree, home to Jenny Wren, Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard. As sunlight penetrates Find me sitting on a shady bench Eye to eye with these tiny creatures, Relaxing to the flutter of their wings As they continue Going about their lives Unafraid of my presence, Communing with my spirit.

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