Under the arbor
The embrace of the lush green branches
I settle snug
Wrapped in a cocoon of comfort
Cool breeze grazes my skin
Seeping into the insides, inspiring a smile.
Words flow like water towards gravity
Wanting to soothe the parched surfaces of the soul.
Under the umbrella of Verde
Verses dance like little kids in mud puddles
Splashing dirt over their dresses
Oblivious to stresses
The grown up world so carefully curates.
Under the shade of the trees
Numerous wishes sprout like saplings
Spread like ground covers
The senses dig into the muddy earth
Trapping soil in the fingernails
Those trapped scraps of the sphere
Put a twist to the obvious
Bringing into focus
The negative spaces in the painting.
Under the shade of creation
I settle with my intent
To learn, to have fun
To flow with the energy and to see the unshown
Hear the unsaid
Treading on the trails of this magic
Feeding on the buffet of the sensory feast
Existing, in the truest sense.
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