Early morning and I sit on my favorite hill feeling the softness of the breeze on my cheekI see its quiet strength as it sways the branches on the trees and
I am still
I look out in the distance where I catch the sun sneak behind the clouds
that softly float over the beautiful skyline made of concrete and steel and
I am still
while the joggers and the walkers and their dogs run and stroll by
I am still
and I see that this is life
this being this doing it seems so simple from where I sit as I watch while
I am still
but it’s more than being and doing because we’re complex
for in between the being there is joy and there is pain
and there is laughter and there are tears
and I am overcome with both
as the breeze softly caresses my cheek while life happens around me as
I am still
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