Sitting In The Woods

Sitting in the woods, away from the material goods, feeding on nature’s diet of quiet, early in June, flowers blooming, bees zooming, birds sing, squirrels chatter, but those sounds do not shatter, they are part of the quiet, they do not clatter with insistence, I welcome them without resistance, there is a gracefulness in the forms of the leaves and flowers, a gentility, in the petals a fragility, and yet resilient, persistent and somehow it reminds me… of me, and in that thought I find comfort.

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