Category : Poems

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Look deep, beyond the brush where I wait. There is no sound other than the loving chatter of bird nestled within my branches. I see you in plain sight and whisper to you softly through the trees, but can you hear my gentle mother's call. The gentle rustling of my branches create harmony to my song. Look deeply as I continue to watch unblinking night and day. I am here, can you feel my presence when you stand in my domain. I am here, I am watching, I am the unblinking mother's eye.