A tree is downed in the forest
It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor
Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages
And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.
Fallen Tree
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In Tune
I always come back to
the synchrony I find in the wild
The insignificance I feel
when the rain pours down
Giving breath to growth
The birds are all singing, differently
from one another
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Momentary
To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet
And wander through the woods aimlessly
To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else
And say,
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