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Shafts of light
Through cathedral windows.
Dappled shade
Upon the leaves
Beneath my feet.
Bird song
In the branches above.
In the distance
Hind and fawn
Cross the forest track.
The sweet fragrance of autumn
Fills the misty air.
We meet again.
The moment,
Kind and generous,
The beauty,
Peaceful and serene.
The spirit alive
In all that is
And not what could be.