To sit beneath the emerald canopy and the great pillars of this rich earthen world

To hear the lone call of the raven drifting across the clearing from the fog draped forest 

To watch the winds draw the undulating shapes on the surface of the still pond

To feel the cool air in the lungs and admire the swirling shapes of the spent breath

Not far from this place is the human world, our world of dreams

But here, dwelling in the glory of things, beheld so clearly

Here is reality





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