I woke up this morning with this little ditty writing itself in my head. When this happens I have to get it down, or else it will go away and not come back. So I crept downstairs to write it as best as I can remember.
Writing makes me happy.
I am the cool dirt beneath your bare feet
I am the morning air you taste
with the tip of your tongue
I am feathers and fins
And the gentle night
on your shoulder blades
I am there
When you wonder
I am the sweet sting of summer sun
soaking into your skin
I am the shadowy wet green smell
in the deepest part of the forest
of your thoughts
The lift on the breeze
that makes the leaves whisper and grass sway
I am wordless and timeless
and instinctual
When you wonder
I am there.
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