Hey Lord...
i can't get the outdoors out of my head.
the feel bounces around constantly, the grass calls out to me by name, and the trees whisper to me at all times.
if i'm not thinking outdoors then i still am.
silly nature.
i'm not a part of you...
but i am.
it feels so old yet so young...
i suppose i can understand even if years are not (yet) on my side.
nature is far more forgiving and accepting than i however; it is not vengeful and while poetic justice is something nature holds dear it only plays that card when it feels like it...
it warms the cheek of those who have ruthlessly silenced my life...
while i'm basking in the glory of the sun dancing upon my hair...
feeling synonymous with the grass i feel underfoot while being unable to speak to those who have hurt me.
ha, but the skies tipped their hat in my direction that day it snowed...
it did indeed...
the earth and You embraced me a bit extra on that day i was finally laid to rest...
i had peace for a time...
all i can do is rub my scars and breathe deeply as the rain cleanses me...
that, my friend, is a good place to be.
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