The bright
sun reaches out to me
Like fingertips, it's warm light
Reaches through leaves
Touching my skin
Warming my arms, my face
The newborn leaves above my head
Seem to glisten and glitter
Their shadows create dancing patterns
On the spongy forest floor
I feel dizzy
With wonderment
As I press my cheek against
The rough bark of a towering maple
I come here
To let go
That the wind and the earth
May speak to me
In its intangible language
It whispers to me
That I am not the first
Nor will I be the last
To touch this ground
To stare at this sky
To feel the sun's warmth
Long after I leave this world
And my petty problems are long forgotten
The sun will still glow
And the wind will still speak
by
Shadow Dancer
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