This Moment
This Moment
No words write themselves.
In a deep forest,
I stand…
Nestled in pines
embraced by ivy
covered by maple leaves.
Songs sung
in clicking branches…
the wind whispers through
and throughout.
I am held…
Looking up
a ceiling of blue
reveals I am NOT lost
in this forest.
In fact, I could not be more found
than I am in this moment.
A tiny feathered friend
breaks the silence…
a cacophony of notes.
This ‘piece’—written…
The words of her song
I do not know…
Words end here…
For now
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