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Apr 9
I sit in the garden
Legs crossed, eyes closed
The sounds of nature flow around me
In an intangible stream
A chirping bird, a trickling creek flows by the roses
Yesterday's rains drip through the vines
I raise my hands up to an imaginary crown
Envisioning myself as a ruler without a frown
Daisies bloom from my palms
Orchids from my moss-green beard
I'll lay in the grasses from sun-up
Sharing stories with the weeds, the sprouts, the dandelions
I inhale the fresh air
Close my eyes once more
And let my daydreams lead me further
Into my kingdom of trees
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   --- and Juul Thief
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