Daydreaming

The uncharted calls to me

The untouched–that without tarnish

Fields of green sway to a universal pulse

Why must my soul be drawn to a shaded path?

To a woodland stream meandering through ancient arteries?

Here I am but a witness to the divine

I close my eyes to the light and listen

I hear what is unsaid–is unspoken–what is already known

An indescribable peace fills my Earthly form

And for just a moment I am one of them…

Rooted to the soil, nourished by the rains, and reaching towards the heavens

-Adam K.

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