Journal: whenthewindwhis -------------------------------------------Mood: mushrooms remember the day in the canyon
when the wind whispered?
When we heard it like a voice-
a sound so soft,
yet so sure and strong.
Remember?
Its was moving still
right through our will
The sun was bright and low
before letting the night
wrap its quiet hands around us
And there we were with
orange pink clouds,
the little stream tiptoeing by,
and all the surrounding nature
gathered about us in quiet concession
humbly saying the most beautiful there
was we.
"Just be. childeren.
Just be."
Please, remember.
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