Hearing the forest within my heart while a wild rabbit darts out in front of me . Pausing for less than a moment as do my thoughts and then the wonderings and wandering begin again .
A witness to the magnificence and also a participant . Remembering to breath deeply, as deeply, as the thoughts in my mind yearn to go into the Soul . Always free to soar in my Soul and dance with spirit amongst the trees and the sky . The sky that we mirror getting us churned or sent peacefully into a lullaby . Dear , sweet sky .
Wings unfurled and opened wide and soaring into the sky and such a sight for these eyes . In my minds eye I fly with alongside you and feel the sky .
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Thank you !