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Roots and Bugs

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It is a wonderful thing

To throw the windows open in spring

And look upon the world.

I stand still and welcome the air

Come

Saturate my skin.

Better yet

The morning dew is winking at me

And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.

“ Come play, come play”

They say

Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,

So out i go.

And my mind eases

And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones

Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.

Lifting my gaze to the sky

And closing my eyes,

Humming softly to myself

I am free.

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The dead no longer care the view,

Whether brilliant or dull hues,

For in ashes and bone

They no longer roam.

Merely the living as they grieve

At the grave

Care the worldly display bringing comfort

Words cannot relay.

Winter Rain

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Cold winter rain falls on my

Face.

I like to look up when it is pouring

Allowing myself to

Get completely

Drenched because everything dries

Off eventually right?

It burns my skin

Yet chills my bones.

I love how it makes me feel alive,

My whole body

Shivering to keep me warm.

All the hairs on my body standing up

In protest.

I protest the protest and giggle.

And it always feels so delicious to get warm After

A good chill.

On to a hot shower and into

A pile of blankets

Until another moment shakes up all of

My senses.

Life presents

Continuous moments to marvel.

Owl

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The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch

And turns his head to look at me

As I approach.

In the moment we lock eyes

I am aware of more than

Can be put into words;

There in my heart and mind.

We are all of time in 

Physical form,

Blood and bones.

And the wise owl knows this

 As he says everything to me

Though he does not speak.