Soft as a feather, a balm to a windless summer

Even amongst the tall reeds of grass,

I see your image,

Of silence entwined.

He did ask me once,

Where comes forth the strength of the reeds?

I believe it springs forth from the ground,

A forte built from inside the rugged soil,

Of roots,

they grow into slender shoots.

Why slender, he asked?

To be as light-hearted as the breeze,

Soft as a feather,

A balm to a windless summer.

-shobana-

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