Out here among the trees
time is measured by the sun,
by the comings and goings of butterflies,
by the arrival and departure of birds,
by the waning and waxing moon,
by the slow shift of seasons.
Out here among the trees
everything has its own pace
and even the rats haven’t learned to race.
Out here among the trees
I slowly settle into place.
JDG
aholdingplace 
R-r-r-rats?
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Beautiful… We need to all stop and take a walk out among the trees…
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🙂 Thank you.
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Lovely words, lovely moment, lovely poem!
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Thanks, Dennis.
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