Day 17: Quintillae

Beneath the warm glow of the sun

Floating in seas of green and dun

As leaves wave gently in the breeze

Time seems to grow slow, almost to freeze

In the moment, the mind sees as one

Chirping here and now chirping there

Flitting and flighting as I stare

What wondrous little creatures these

Who drift aloft upon the breeze

Easing worries, consumed by care

Quietly as breath beats along

Joining to heart, singing its song

Sensation arises in waves

Opeing minds eye to amaze

Pure visions of life to prolong

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