eyes to the wind, skin to the sun,
mountains around, heart of stars.
green leaves, running brook,
brown stems, dark forest
stirs at night.

radiant dawn, yellow meadow grass
whispers “breeze, follow”,
so I go
headlong into the woods and up
past boulders, thicket, moss
saplings, mosquitoes, birds
then reach the top.

sky so far and blue,
earth stretches out past lakes and
other mountains.
over there the deep long sun
meanders between trees.


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