fungi (6/22/20)
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
brook beside me sings its sweet tune of water rushing through rock
sunlight grazes my shoulders and whispers to me that everything will be okay
everything is connected.
all is well.
we are one with each other,
the ones above and below.
everything is so beautiful.
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