Magic

The leaves bend and fold beneath my feet,
I walk quietly under a canopy of silence, a calming retreat.
The air is full of energy and life, it is thick and sweet.
A slight breeze picks up, the trees shimmer like handshakes when you first meet.
The whispers flow on, all around me, it is a welcome greeting.
As I wander through this magical space, pen in hand, writing.



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This article is part of the Storytelling Collective's April Daily Poem challenge, 30 days of poetry. As with all #StoCo challenges, this is a no-pressure writing challenge intended to be fun and stimulating. If you are inspired to share use the tag #AprilDailyPoem. After you log in to World Anvil to leave your comment below, follow the Anhult Wildlands and I'll send you a notification as I complete additional poems.


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