Dreaming

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She sat by the river,

Dreaming.

Singing to water birds,

And frogs in the slime.

Distant places alive in her mind.

It’s not so hard, called the grasses wild,

You’re rooted to earth,

This isn’t your fault.

It’s a breathing, crumbling, uplifting result.

Her thoughts began shifting,

She rustled her leaves.

Wind carried her desires,

And soon there was peace.

The elements colluded,

Earth, water, air and fire.

She picked up her roots,

And flew to the sky.

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Sign of Love

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You have to look for the signs, said the Goddess.

Is it the snow on the mountain, I asked?

The tree Gods swayed in the bone-chilling gale,

It’s always there if you look.

I passed a glance at the cloud torn sky,

But the Gods continued to shake,

I followed the path and stumbled on rocks,

Dead leaves crackled in mirth.

It’s not so far, said the old man tree,

Watch your step, said the grass!