We are connected like the leaves
To something larger with strong roots
And it’s connected, it believes,
Which gives it hope to send out shoots.
And that’s connected. So it goes.
No need to question, ask what for.
Happiness: a rush that flows
And knows it need not ask for more.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
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Thank you, smitaanandapoet. I have read your recent poems and I am following your blog.
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