a council of trees watching me
a forest of rooted silence
swaying in the still wind
one squeaks at me, and the wind
comes again.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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