Possibility
I felt the earth beneath my feet; firm, grounded, grass so sweet.
I heard the birds chatting joyfully of hope, love, serenity..
I dug in the dirt.
It whispered to me, of newness, growth, possibility..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2023
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