You know how the sun sets,
lights up the tops of the yellow leaved trees.
And you take a breath, staring?
How geese swing low, calling, over the
darkening road as you drive and you feel melancholy?
And how the owl hoots one sound, repeating,
into the quiet forest, until it stops. And you,
You wonder, what are you saying?
And how a Sunday morning sunrise washes in calm
coating the breakfast table, the lawn with holy light?
And this, how the deeply spiritual lifts the heart and
has a tinge of sad ?
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