and we finally had time for family that we had been yearning for and kept saying one day
and we enjoyed in precuous snatches only
suddenly we were there everyday
now there was time
to admire wild flowers
listen to birdsong
this is not the case for all of course
but for many of us -a respite.
a time when grass grew wild
things were not nearly manicured or trimmed
yet lovely in its wildness
a feeling like you walk in to a music hall and its filled with sounds of a symphony and you know this is the only time you will hear this music played like this in this hall
and you feel blessed beyond words
to have chanced upon such divinity
you walk into a place and you find a space where you cannot tell where the leaves end and water begins
a mirage a game of illusion
we built concrete
nature paints her magic on it
and you see these trees with the leaves creeping up them like a stairway for fairy folk -calls to mind the magic faraway tree
stopped
and we found we could still live
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