Other ways of thinking
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The wind blew and I heard a thousand voices.
Laughing, crying, telling the tales of time.

Scarlet tufted malachite sunbird
Ruby, emerald, sapphire
Feathered jewels take flight

My soul craves the breath of the wind on my face, and the sound it makes when it rushes by me and rustles the trees.

My soul thirsts for the ocean and the sight of the sun sparkling like diamonds upon the dancing water. The sounds of the waves kissing the shore and rushing out again.

My soul lusts for the green spaces where grass very softly touches my feet and flowers dance with the bees and butterflies, enticing the air with the scent of jasmine and rose.

My soul is nourished by the warmth of the sun that lights my way through all of this wonder.

My soul lies peacefully under the gentle moon, blanketed by twinkling stars from ancient worlds.

Your eyes called me to myself.
Your shelter healed my soul.
Even while my heart was breaking.

I live in winter where everything sleeps.
Time is as silent as the falling snow.
Cold wind sweeps through trees so bare- I have nowhere to go.
Resting 'til life green and new stirs from its sleep.
The earth awakens me.

I live in spring where things begin and the frost replaces the dew on the wild violets. Rain sprinkling down in silvery threads giving life to the earth.

I live in summer where the endless golden sun shines upon the earth.  The scent of honeysuckle floats on the breeze,
like the sweetest of all my dreams.

I live in autumn with its crisp cooling air.
The towering trees take on a golden glow as they light the way to the fruits the earth has grown.

Twilight gives way to darkest night.
Lit only by the sparkle of stars.
Keeping the past alive for the future.