A Days Outing
Tall brown figures stand before me.
This won’t take long,
But only time will tell how long this will be.
Every step a rushing sound, every breath a new sensation,
Every blink a new beginning.
As I cross the line from new to old,
I begin to see.
Roots spring from the ground
Onto the narrow strip of dirt.
A red leaf flutters to my out stretched hand.
Along side me, small, green, three leafed flowers.
Wind runs with me though the trees.
Branches try to follow, but move back into place,
Some twigs even break.
I listen to the sound of forest chatter,
Trees creaking,
Leaves, rustling in the wind.
The soft sound of my feet moving the dirt.
The ferns swaying,
And the occasional crunch of a leaf.
Trees, branches, leaves stir,
Making music that I dance to alone.
My feet connect with the soft brown dirt.
The swaying ferns brush against my bear legs.
The feeling of sanctuary runs though my veins.
The feeling of light and hope,
Settle within my eyes.
I emerge out of the old,
And into the new.
The feelings vanish.
The sound of the swaying trees, branches, and leaves, vanish.
I look back,
At the trees, wind, and plants,
Calling me back for more…
Moira_Roes Community Member 
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