Come climb the hill with me,my love, and let us find
some new perspective
on this life we've built together;
follow the tracks to higher ground
and see our world
in a larger context;
ourselves as smaller cogs
in a boundless universe,
turning slowly with the sun,
revolving on some angled axis
unknown, but surely felt --
yes, felt,
yes, there,
deep within our chests.
Breathe in the light and color;
breathe out, let every act breathe out
awareness of the tender joy
that takes the time to paint each leaf --
first green, then red, then brown --
then gently separates the stem from branch,
softening each fall with a wisp of wind
and a cushion of grass.
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