Tall grasses make a lake in the wind
Fluttering across their thick blades
As if a large fish were passing through
On its way to find a school of little fishes
For dinner or just to play its power upon them.
As the wave meets the forest it all fades
And each step forward crackles on fallen branches
Amongst the grand oaks that line the path
The freshness of the air energizes, soothes,
And my eyes grow wider taking in all the green
Beautiful life at its most raw—a deer, a raccoon, a hawk.
The sunlight sends spokes of enlightenment
Such that its strength and sovereignty is undeniable.
I pause upon a mossy space to run my fingers
Over the velvety carpet, home to faerie folk
And then responsibility calls and I must come back home.
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