Another Sun,
Moving through Wisps
of White Clouds, Blue Sky,
towards another Dusk.
Chickadees fly,
from tree to seed, seed to tree
stopping, within the midst
to bathe, to drink,
from a bath of cool waiting water.
Life, ...
no special words needed to describe.
Only eyes open,
along with the Heart...
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