Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on
Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide
Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens
My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach
The air filled my nostrils with a sense of humid calm
Far more peaceful than any...
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