The blue breeze carries away my bubbling discomfort.
The trees gently deafen my ears with their swaying chatter.
Cicadas ceasing their lively gossip.

Days like these seem to exist to drown gracefully into the moist musty gravel.

Birds interrupt with sweet notes of greeting and goodbye, chirps high and low, swift and charming.

Days like these seem to exist to pull us slowly from the sky,
Rest your wings, your voice, your thoughts.
Leave everything hidden amongst fluffy clouds. Let them find you another day.

Watch with me, the ants lining to get lunch.
Listen with me, the winds rush to a rainy city.
Feel. Feel the gentle yet passionate soul of lady Earth breathing.

Existing.

It is green too. You like green things don't you? Shame you don't see it's magical vibrance.
For you are biased to only a select artificial green.

Days like these exist to remind you of this majestic but humble, mighty yet gentle rock.

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