I stopped to,
capture a photo,
of the leaves upon the damp,
ground,
then I stood and,
looked around,
peace,
quiet,
no one in sight,
for this moment was my very own,
a gift from,
above,
or just around,
a beautiful second,
in my stressful life,
to breathe deep,
and get some,
relief,
something seemed,
wrong in capturing it,
for it would steal away,
it's lovely features,
they would rust over,
and begin to fall away,
no,
this is a moment,
that no one would ever know of,
no replication could be made,
not even in written words,
could I express,
the freedom in these eyes,
my spirit lifted high,
my lips parted,
ready to participate,
in something gorgeous,
for this is the first day,
in many days,
that I felt truly,
alive,
for the right,
reasons,
for the seasons,
changing,
for the earth spinning,
for my hair growing,
for my eyes seeing,
for my existence being.