A breath of fresh
Suddenly I’ve walked out, into the air…
All bluely about, what am I supposed to do?
Under the willow tree.
Blue air, fresh air, come in….
I welcome your necessity.
In me. Through me.
Between all and all between, hold me tightly with your weaving winds.
I never knew I lost you, until I found you.
Your thankless endeavors…..existence.
Such is your glory.