The Heart of Life
The air is thick with smells
and sights and sounds. Rays of the hot, July sun are dancing
on my cheeks as scores of bumble bees flow with the breeze
from flower to flower. The field of knee-high corn sways
with the top of the sixty-foot pine trees along the edge of
the shaded pond. The echo of bullfrogs croaking creates a symphony
in quadraphonic sound. Two black crows are perched and
cawing above. With each step along the muddy path I sink
deeper into the heart of life. The clouds and the breeze,
the sun and the trees, the birds and the bees are all one.
The path and the pond, the frogs and their song, one last
step and I’m gone—it’s all me.
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