I pause.
I listen for the lessons I have learned—
The lessons that incessantly grasp for me—
I listen for the lessons but only hear the birds—
They sing a new piece—
Wherever you go, you go too.

There is a prelude of my company—
How It Is one that is good to keep.

A bridge so enthralling, one might
Miss the ripples of water

Oh, the water—

Today it is so clear
one might forget how brilliantly it gleamed—
with convoluted glory.

Standing on my precipice—
I bask in my sun.

I pause.

Singing back at the birds—
Where Is my prize for escaping un-burned?

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