sometimes a picture cannot begin
to capture the horizon
to wrap a frame around the sky
and trap the colour of life
growing green and dying golden
the misty ridges from blue to distant grey
rippling into the future like waves upon the sea
warm dappled rays dancing on the skin
the wind making tympanic music all around
rocky trails lead to hidden vistas
with air so clear it makes the heart ache
just to be is enough
let go of all the questions that remain
open wide arms outstretched in gratitude
today the gift of breath
the moment ripe for second chances
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