As I sit here in the meadow,
the wind whispers me its secrets.
As I gaze at the clouds above,
they transform to tell me the their deepest desires.
As I feel the rain coming down,
I'm transformed to a new being.
As I focus on the good things in life,
I realize the good isn't always visible.
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PoetryA collection of free verse poems by the one and only amazingly awesome me!
