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Sweet Infusion
I breathe in the infused Essence of my ancestral lands My heart is as one with its beauty I long for the feel Of natural grass -- beneath my feet And the sweet floral blends How--Enticing to the eye’s I watch the rain cloud in reddened sky Bearing the teardrops of heaven Readying themselves to spill ~ As a sweet tasteless elixir; Upon the winds, to touch the earthen floor… I dream, of the cool water’s edge Watching the fish jumping upstream While sitting in an old birch tree… I carry freshly picked berry fruit In an old papyrus sack and Dance beneath the moon I dream of the cool water’s edge Watching the fish jumping upstream While sitting in an old birch tree… I listen to the timber wolf howling in the hills Possibly in search of his mate ~ I dine on peaches and cream -- it is now getting late… Drawing fresh water in which to bathe I grab homemade soap to wash my back Cleansed, are these ole bones of mine… Night works its magic: as I climb into my nap-sack, Viewing totem clustered stars in form of the bear I can be found in a state of euphoric bliss – The crickets’ chip, all is as it should be While camping beneath the stars of my youth-- Accepting of natures sweet infusions…
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