quietly trippin
on the grass of the lawn
meditation buddha like takes me along
where im going to a place i gotta be.
watching the earth breathe
red shoots spring next to young tree strong
new life of fire born
into the dawn
little green aphids on the page
flicked em' away, back they came
life finds a way
watch the clipped earth breathe - swaying grass in the shade
sun time
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