That Feeling - Poem by Aubery Mirkwood
Like wandering magical forest clearings on warm summer nights, with a full moon smiling above, bathing everything in a silver glow.
Like lying in a field of warm green grass with a huge deep blue sky above, filled with soft white clouds racing past.
Like standing still, closing your eyes, and listening to the sound of giant fluffy snowflakes falling to the ground.
Like watching a thunder storm grow and twist and rumble so that you can feel it at your very core.
Like a strong wind on your face making you feel like you are on the verge of flying.
Like standing on the edge of a cliff and feeling so small, yet so very powerful.
Like the sound of wind rushing through a forest of old pine.
Like the roar of waves crashing on a rocky shore.
Like warm cherry pie and vanilla ice cream.
Like a dear one’s touch.
That feeling that makes you want to run farther, climb higher, and be greater than you ever have before.
That feeling that screams adventure.
That feeling that whispers you can do anything, be anything.
That feeling of being full.
Full of life.
Full of joy.
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