Raspberry Rich

Raspberry Rich

I was walking on a path it seemed so calm at the moment. I felt the breeze of the sleepy day and wondered about the rest of my walk. I can see the sun-lite branches, I can feel the wind on my face, who can change these. I pick up a crumbled raspberry leave and blow softly. I feel its pieces fly into the air. I let it breathe it’s own life, not my making. I breathe. I want to take the path, I feel it’s beauty beconing me but I know that love shows me an understanding, fly little leaf and I will fill my lungs with hope and love anyways in all of the small things.

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