There’s so much to tell you; do you listen anymore?
I see a trillion beautiful blades of grass and leaves on trees…
there’s colors of birds and songs of bees and the fiery color of red efts crawling by me.
My sense of smell is always the strongest in the morning; I can just about tell what the day will bring…
it’s as if the most “beginningest” of light trickles and tickles my nose with its rays that slightly sting.
The seasons are paintings to me; they hang from the sky like a living museum for only me but you see them, this I know…
people think all museums are man made but they need to look up and surely see the “real” show.
Mountains and forests surrounding me always; I’ve grown so accustomed and secured by their embrace…
wrapped so tightly and handled with monolithical strength though I’m alone I’m still safe anyplace.
This little house that’s more a cabin to some sustains my soul; there’s also four critters I love…
these furry four friends put me at ease with all that they give me I hold nothing above.
Solace lives in solitude; well it certainly does for me…
but there’s another one out there, another person who thinks of me and I’m not so very sad anymore because one day I’ll realize I am part of another “We”.
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