My God, I'm walking in this world that's fresh
today and seeing all these dewdrops hung
announcing diamond-like with colours spesh-
ly crafted on the edges of each one.
Just like a ring of covenanted trōth,
that leads to singing, working strong and hard,
to grow a living love, that's more than both
the individu'l entities on guard.
And now I'm in an arbour under trees,
with all these diff'rent bird calls up above,
the soft sun's shade is speckled by all these
and really, it's not hard to recall love.
Some little birds are flying just ahead
from clump to clump of grasses on the side.
Just like those little children at some wed-
dings, holding flowers just before the bride.
The groom seems out of sight, for just this mo-
meant, as it's just before the wedding's here,
this thriving country sparkles with the fo-
ment of the love that's unrequited, near
enough, it feels, just here, "alone" on road,
in comp'ny with creative love itself,
but learning as I look and bear the load
that love itself prescribed, and gain in health.
Just like a ring in covenanted trōth,
that leads to singing, working hard, with strength,
to grow a living love, that's more than both
good feelings & good suffering, at length.
These picture(s) and video(s) might be of no use at all. … They don't communicate the best bits; the 3 dimentional-ness, and wonten beauty of the big and small (sky, clouds, horizon, trees from a distance, and trees up close, grass heads & little sperm-like wriggly tailed grass-seeds, and spider webs, the breeze on a face, the intermittent and wonderfully varied birdcalls, and cheeps, and chirrups, and warbles etc…
Let alone a phone-call from a daughter and child, or friend, to say hello, while this is all happening… Rich, beyond measure & words, and beyond what can be passed on through any one communication method.
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