Wild With Green

I’m waiting to be taken back

To the place that’s wild with green.

With open hands, taking in the sun,

Contentment with simplicity.

The place where breathing comes easy,

And effort does not seem so hard,

Because admiring all that you’ve done and all that you are,

Will be enough.

I’ll stand with the trees,

Waiting for the souls of my feet to grow roots,

Connecting my being with yours.

Forever receiving the nutrients of true life.

Recieving without earning,

Giving without deserving,

The flower blooms,

And I know love.

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