Traces of you…. Do not search for me, call off the crowds and look to the clouds I am there. I am the wind that blows the autumn leaves The cherry blossoms from the trees. I am there. The morning sun peeking through the clouds, The gentle whispers of ‘I am proud’ I am there. The robins that tweet above our feet, A butterfly’s wings that fly and beat I am there. The stars that wink in the ink blue skies, The noise in the cricket’s cries I am there. In the scribbles of my name, In the rainbow that came. I am there. In the crystal glints on the waves in the sea, The muffled buzz of a bumble bee Do not search for me. I am always there.
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