Whilst standing in, a sea of clovers
A sweetly, salted breeze brushed by
Sifting Thoughts, into compartments
Time is standing, in absolute stillness
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Meandering through, the forests flora
A creeks trickling, soothing thy spirits
Heaviness wafts, into breezes freed
Time is standing, completely peaceful
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Barefoot walking, mountains meadow
In arousing Wildflowers, sweet aroma
Hummingbird flutters, darkness away
Time is standing, in complete presence
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In my meadows glen, peacefully supine
Breathing shallows, to peaceful sights
Tall gasses swaying, pains put to rest
Time is standing, within nature sublime
Featherstonepoetry
