On Easter morning
I walked through my father's woods
with Mercy
and we found
the trunks of the trees
were secretly skipping to
the music.
Fetching life, one dog at a time
verg′·ing
to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight
The music of the spheres right here on Earth. We only have to see and hear. And then, some day, go beyond even that.
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