The wind brought tress to life, waving with sarcasm as I walked by waiting for their fingers of flowers. It feels me with nirvana to have a massage by invisible hands. And it's free. The sun shows me the spectrum of life around me and bathes me with the color of relaxation. Clouds are going by on their daily jog across the sky, listening to the earth's music of machinery and nature; which in itself was a walkman to keep them moving. Times like this show me where beauty lies. It's a different scene every day. Rain making love to the earth. The sun emitting life in rays of understanding. And the wind, tress and I laughed at this lovely day.
Reason for writing:
Sitting outside watching the clouds move like the street
traffic in Nashville..
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