Post Meditation Poem

Birds chirping
Dogs barking
Wind soaring
Sun setting
Grass dancing
Trees singing
Rocks holding the ground upon which I sit gratefully 
Bushes shiver
Clouds fade
I begin to shiver just like the bushes
My eyes begin to water
A tree lays her hand out for me to hold
I'm advancing towards it
Avoiding the cacti Mother Nature set here for me
I'm standing face to hand with the tree
There are two blue berries in her hand for me
I'm holding one between my fingers
I try to smell it but I'm sick
I bite into it
I see what's inside
Beautiful but unappetizing
I let it fall
The wind is getting colder
The people below are becoming quite
It's time to go home


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