Wandering in the woods
Iridescent droplets on leaves
Enchanting the air
White butterflies crossing paths

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Her usual route
Through the little park
Surrounding the lake
seeing the Turtles 

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Wishing you could hide
As easily as they do
Going into your cave
Comfort, peace, home

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But being home means being with him
His arms holding together the layers
An emotional being
A tender kind of love
mixing auras

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Thoughts intertwining 
With his breath and the wind
universally connected
Thank you, Mother Nature​