It's feels like what I am.

Hums, and trills, or spills!
Waves, in perfect frequencies,
Fed into me.
And, down, deeply.
It grows to show,
I am a part of these,
Vibrations, and lives. The trees.
Seas; "the gathering green"!
Hands clasped, against or for.
Its all the same; giving.
Touch.
This is how I know I will be, and not be specifically one or two, but always everything.

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