fungi (6/22/20)

breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes

 

dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers

 

soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding

 

brook beside me sings its sweet tune of water rushing through rock

 

sunlight grazes my shoulders and whispers to me that everything will be okay

 

everything is connected.

 

all is well.

 

we are one with each other,

 

the ones above and below.

 

everything is so beautiful.

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