Pondering

The grass grew under my feet,
As I rested my soul by the sequoia tree.
The forest speaks a foreign tongue.
Baby deer, oh to be young.
Pelicans litter the skies,
Guess it’s their time for goodbyes.
Snow will blanket soon.
Ground hogs, skunks marching to winter tombs.
I ponder will I join the forest,
In its hibernation,
Or free the grass from my foundation.
My friends are warm now.
I will return home, retire my plough.
We will all wait until spring,
Dreaming of the joys it will bring.
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