Sitting. Eyes closed and
Slightly smiling.
A breeze weaves in and
Out of my hairs, lifting and
Drifting them upon my head.
The tall grass around me
Along with the melancholy
Music of some awakened forest
In the distance.
A stillness drifts through the trees and
Blankets the land and thats when
I feel his presence.
And I surrender my breath's
To the beauty of this moment.
Friday, December 24, 2010
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