A Soft Sunday
Wondering the green, holding it close to me. I've missed you during these cold months. Along with the sun rays and how they'd kiss my shoulders and nose, leaving little traces. I open up my arms and my heart grows, rooting a little deeper. I could stay here forever.
Just touching that old tree was truly moving, because when you touch trees, you have such a sense of the passage of time, of history. it's like you're touching the essence, the very substance of life