Being
The circling silhouettes of birds as they fly
while purples and yellows color the sky
as I drink in all of this beauty I'm seeing
I am one with the Earth in the joy of just being
Everything's magic right now in this place
as a cool light breeze dances 'cross my face
and it sings through the trees, calling to me
delighting my soul that longs to be free
And soon shall the night don her velvet gown
of sequined ebony, shimmering down
With the last ray of daylight finally fleeing
I'm at one with creation, at peace in just being
© Mike Wise
2-9-23
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2023
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