As I sit in the grass with my back to the sun, I write you another "unsent" |
letter. However, this day I feel in chorus with Mother Earth. She whispers
to me, "Just say what's on your mind, child." So, let me just tell you
It is you...who can make me high,
It is you...who can raise me up,
It is you...who can take me like the wind--
And, yet, it is you...who can temper me low.
Such a simple, yet splendid, synchronicity--
As I sit on the grass with my back to the sun, I ask Mother Earth, "Will this
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