Poem -
Present.
Sitting outside breathing, listening, watching just absorbing every bit of nature I can. Listening to birds chirping flys buzzing everything is at peace outside. Fresh cut grass puts a nice aroma in the air. The world is happy from what I can see in my back yard. In other parts the world is crying out for us the people sitting in peace to do something to help out to stop the pain the  humans have caused to it.Â
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Hey CAT!!.... it is indeed...... an interesting phenomenon when you recognize the commonality between those who have recently mentioned or experienced the smell of fresh-cut grass in accordance with poetry or self- expression....... the differences and/or common responses are such that pretending goes out the window/ mind's eye!!...... the truly interesting portion is that of the hapless/helpless witness!!...... how I miss those most creative days....... great stuff.... look forward to more....ALL STARS!!.... your curiosity is quite charming!!....... well done dear poet sister!......LOVE and Rockets!!......T xo
Awww Thank you so much!!! This means a lot!! I sent you a message!!