Rise

The sun is light because there are eyes to see it.

~ Alan Watts

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Haze

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

~ Pablo Neruda

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Youth


(Youth) This is a young forest.  I am older than many of these trees and I too am still quite young. The pines are beginning to fall to make light for the young hardwoods who are ready for the next stretch of forest growth.  Soon, they will all be reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks. And with each breeze that passes through a few more will fall to the forest floor.

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