Think Of All The TV I Missed Though…

The river softly calls my name,

The trees and wind applauding.

I wander in the wilderness

And smell the flowers nodding.

The sky’s a bright and cloudless blue

In the moment I lie down

And what was once a rocky hill

Becomes my granite crown.

I stay an hour or a year

Amidst the wild. I savor it.

We all are nature’s children

And mother nature has no favorite.

And thus I rest on brother grass

As sister blue jay sings

And laugh at those who seek to find

Their happiness in things.

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