The Note Poem by Gadarowski Michael

The Note

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The earth it plays a symphony.
I see it every day.
I taste the very notes of life,
As I go on my way.
The conifers conducting
With their arms outstretched and raised,
The forest all resounds
With green and brown and grey.
I scale the very heights
Upon the wonder stirred within,
And only fall back to the ground
Midst the bustles din.

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