My Limb

Heart, Nature 1 Minute

The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in the bough far above the ground.
The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze.
While I think of my life and how fresh I am.
I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my chin, and those fluffy clouds, move past us all without a sound.
Nearest friend, on another heavy branch, he too is still, moving with his branch without a sound.
Dear God, this has be heaven, as the peace is deafening.

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I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.

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