I spoke of this lifestyle,

this world,

a free state of mind,

a peace,

brought upon my heart by the lush wood,

the certain flavor of natural tones

in a sunlit meadow,

we create our own.

I once began to wonder how long,

the summer might last,

before the pangs of autumn and a distant chill

took upon itself,

a need to emphasize sweet faith,

the ability to ride the crest of surreal storms.

In recent days, I do recall,

the beauty of her elegance,

a certainty in genuine love,

the sort we dream about,

when looking through the trees,

on a sunlit afternoon.


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