Past the dark bark of a tree,
To the mossy earth below,
A makeshift grave beckons me.
I rest against the dirt made hallow,
While life drinks my mindless sea.
A ladybug crawls across my face,
Dragonflies vacillate.
A dove coos from a branch,
Her lonesome song floats in space,
Mesmerizing the leaves,
Fluttering a windless dance.
My spirit flees,
Briefly lingering above,
Before dissipating into the trees,
The bugs and the dove.
The song becomes strong,
For just a moment,
Before it is gone.
Very beautiful.
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Michelle, Thanks for stopping by!
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