Half Full

Words are not enough,

like the wonder of first love

seen in sweeping hills,

feeling eternity in the fields

more open than my eyes,

smiling without knowing why

 

Sloping branches, whispering leaves

birdsong and scratched knees,

touching everything to know it's real,

thanking God I'm alive to fee

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