Creek Stones
Lying on creek stones
On my weak bones
In a nature’s wild
Feeling an inner smile like a happy child
A gust of south wind blows and I feel light as a feather
Free for now of any worldly tether
Stepping out of the human pace
Burning sage smoke blows in my face
Eye level with water flowing in a crystal stream
It’s so much more than just a dream
Like the sky so blue my heart feels true
Wapatanga Wilds 
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