Trying to follow a close friend's suggestion, sitting here
at a picnic table writing about reality.
Birds are singing, chirping in the air, water is rushing
by, sending it's peaceful music to my ears.
Leaves are fluttering in the afternoon's hot breeze, several
people are sitting alone doing their own thing while nature
and wildlife are being ignored by them.
Feeling peace fill my soul, looking up, drinking deeply with
my eyes of the beauty I see.
Looking at the sun shining brightly on my long hair, feeling
it's warmth as it shows where I belong.
All creatures begging to be seen, while jets, cars and every-
day things drown out their gentle pleas.
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