Where I stood in the midst of trees.
Surrounded by natures gift's to enjoy.
Digging my fingers into soft dirt.
Cool warmth of the earth in my palm.
Running through Autumn woods.
Watching reds, oranges, and yellows fall.
Inhaling the scene as if they were baked goods.
Lungs filling with the cool crisp scent of autumn.
Clarity washing me with sudden calm.
Releasing the dirt from my hand.
Gazing at the ground where my feet lie.
At such a young age I begin to understand.
A dot that fits right in the larger picture.
Hearing the wind sing it's psalm
I quietly close my eyes and just enjoy.
Running through Autumn woods.
Watching reds, oranges, and yellows fall.
Inhaling the scene as if they were baked goods.
Lungs filling with the cool crisp scent of autumn.
Clarity washing me with sudden calm.
Releasing the dirt from my hand.
Gazing at the ground where my feet lie.
At such a young age I begin to understand.
A dot that fits right in the larger picture.
Hearing the wind sing it's psalm
I quietly close my eyes and just enjoy.
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