White Sage Bush

Poetry, Vol 6: Iss 2

Standing by an old white sage bush 
With my eyes closed 
Can smell the sweet aroma 
The stronger the breeze, the stronger the aroma. 

I open my eyes
Look at the white sage bush
Glistening in the sun with ladybug beetles
The stronger the sun, the stronger the aroma.

My hand reaches the branches
Slightly touching the leaves
Can smell the sweet aroma
The stronger my touch, the stronger the aroma.

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