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