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colorful puddles collect on the cool tile floor They stand as beautiful gateways to another world a ramp of pure light leads up to them I stand at its foot and bask in their glory mesmerized by the intricate patterns of red, yellow and green, each depicts a different scene and I am transported back to that time images of grandeur flood my mind, the clouds pulling Him into the heavens the hope of His return swells in my chest but alas, it is only a dream --Kenny Harley  Today was one of those days,t hat I would be perfectly content to sit in the sun and think all day. The dew-splashed grass, a soft green carpet, cushions me. I sit near a maple, which is changing red with the season.
On the soft carpet, near the maple I sit and have a conversation with nature. We listen to each other's plights and bask in the warm sun-glow.
Eventually, nature and I lose thins to talk about. We drift away like leaves on the wind, as do my thoughts. They drift to far away lands and mysteries untold.
I stop thinking and watch a honeybee alight a daisy. My eyes follow this bee through the field until I get a headache, following his frenzied path. I sit watching the vibrations of the tiny ants marching to their hills. There was a taste in the air, the taste of summer shifting into fall.
And I just sit there, as nature and life simply are.--Jen Brey |
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