Nature
I sit at my table
talk to myself but every one listens
I tell myself that a stranger is not only no one
but someone who would hear my chanting,
with trees dropping their knowledge
to the ground for the earth to learn
what floats through the air,
streams beg for enlightenment
animals sip cool teachings
while standing on slippery shores,
the wind teaches everything in its easy way
it flows by and we all breath it in,
so fresh out on the edge of no-where
Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)
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