Paradise
In the valley there is peace.
Birds sing in the trees. Insects buzz in the flowers. A beautiful stream flows undisturbed by the muck of artificial creation. Here, all life is sacred. All life is pure.
I drank beside the deer. Its space is its own. I respect his life and move forward. The day is young. The dirt is loose here, warm. I can sink my feet into the ground and feel life flood into the empty spaces. That is the warmth of my feet, between my toes.
I run along the banks, fill my lungs with sweet, clean air. I exhale. I inhale, and feel energy seep into the body. The soil is rich. Beautiful fruits litter the ground about their trees bringing new life, as well as nourishment. The vegetables of the earth flourish. There is no hunger.
The day fades into darkness. I lie beneath the trees. I offer myself. The body becomes the earth and feeds the vegetation.
In the valley there is peace.
Birds sing in the trees. Insects buzz in the flowers. A beautiful stream flows undisturbed by the muck of artificial creation. Here, all life is sacred. All life is pure.
I drank beside the deer. Its space is its own. I respect his life and move forward. The day is young. The dirt is loose here, warm. I can sink my feet into the ground and feel life flood into the empty spaces. That is the warmth of my feet, between my toes.
I run along the banks, fill my lungs with sweet, clean air. I exhale. I inhale, and feel energy seep into the body. The soil is rich. Beautiful fruits litter the ground about their trees bringing new life, as well as nourishment. The vegetables of the earth flourish. There is no hunger.
The day fades into darkness. I lie beneath the trees. I offer myself. The body becomes the earth and feeds the vegetation.
In the valley there is peace.
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I have never taken to well to poetry, but today was such a beautiful day. I wanted to imagine infinitely lasting peace as a cycle of energy. This was therapeutic to write, and I hope you similarly enjoy reading it. I look forward to your feedback.