Thursday, October 29, 2009


They pull me toward them 
Large, Flat, Angled, 
Just right for laying on
Just right for gazing upon the clouds
Just right for seeing the stars
Just right for experiencing, feeling, and knowing.

They are grounded
They know their place
They know their purpose
They are resistant yet pliable
They are ever changing yet remain grand

They have a place for me to be
Their curves and crevices cradle me
They keep small flowers and grasses safe
They allow me to speak
They listen to me
They speak to me

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