There are times
After a day of life
I stand out in the yard
Letting the wind
Take me away.
Standing and I see
Trees bending excitedly
While the wind sweeps
Into my soul,
And I stand- realizing,
Becoming-
The earth, wind and
The sky as it hides
The moon from vision.
I stand with the sky-
I stand with the moon-
I breathe in the universe,
Standing so large, so connected-
I breathe
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