Word and Wind

Look at trees 
In the breeze
Quietly to wonder at

A simple word
That when uttered
Becomes a seed that blows

Upon a wind
That knows no sin
To where the treasure goes

A garden greener
Than the scenery
Right at the start

Before the word
Had softly stirred
Inside remembering heart

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