Waves of green
Held the scene
On places where
The gods have been.
Two steps further out of hell
Confusion sits on fear as well
Enter one and only one
Where beauty breaks the spell.
Time turned slowly
as the wind picked up my hair
and then softly laid it back down again.
Stirrings in the air
like 1,000 Butterfly's
So much magnificence in one spot!
The temperature inside me began to heat
until I drew in longingly,
Countless hours in a sudden chill
and I bask silently.
Why can I not again relate to each momnet
as I did that one year...
And as my thoughts were felt beyond the years
I may have known;
It was I who chose to wander.
But it was not to cease the expansion
of inhaling and exhaling
countless spasms of joy.
Now is Nurture of a different kind.
Scared and frail I feel at times
and I still feel so new that I cry a little
not knowing always how to be.
Tears are good
and I say it is just growth
Growth of a different kind my dear~
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