a soft place to rest still appreciated, but no longer wanted
carried by the wind dormant in the soil for months until the rains came
keep moving forward if you stop to wait it out it’s tough to restart
not without warning it rolls off the horizon and speaks to the soul
sometimes we’re caught up in a race with the machine and we don’t know it
we use a channel to create a connection not made in nature
is it a comfort knowing someone is watching depends on the why
ride through town on a petal powered pedal bike now that’s a sweet ride
the haze pushes back but the sun doesn’t waver as daylight breaks through
the warm breeze cools relaxing with lilac scent as summer begins
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