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Jim found it hard, to be around people

too much

The part of his clock

that engaged

with other human beings, was broken

There was a missing cog

It had been missing,

for some time

Because of the missing cog, Jim

lived

a quiet life

and mostly, kept to himself

He lived in the countryside, where it was easy

to live

that kind of life

He would go out into the fields

and meadows
on quite afternoons
and find a quiet tree, that offered shade

He found there was great solace
in the shade

of a humble tree

Whenever he needed company

a tree

was always

the best and greatest kind of company

Trees, never destroy anything

the way people do

So he would go there, whenever he needed company
and just listen to the birds

and listen to the wind rustle through the leaves

It made Jim happy to share his day

with the trees,
listening to the birds

fluttering around the Oak branches

He would lean his back up against

an old Oak
and read his favorite book

in the quiet

of a summer shade

He would sit under the trees with his favorite book
and listen to the sounds of Nature
pulsing all around him

And the words in the book

would come alive, to the sound of flittering birds

as he read aloud

He could tell when the birds were listening
He could tell,

by the little melodies they made

It was Nature’s way of saying, Thank you Jim

Thank you, for taking the time

to care

for my little creatures

He was one of only a handful of men still left in the world
that read to Her

And as the birds wove their magic melody

between the branches,
he understood what Nature was trying to say

She was saying...

The world don’t make 'em, like it used to

Jim,
It don’t make 'em like that

at all, any more

Your kind, is only a small

handful now

and you’re one of the only ones still left, that read to me

And between the unspoken words, She would pause the breeze

and whisper,

In this corner of the world – Jim,
you're the only one.

And Jim wondered in his heart, how can any man

ever feel alone

in Nature,

when Nature speaks so kindly, to a man's heart

She’s a wonderful gal, Mother Nature

Timeless and beautiful and always

so stunning,
whatever she wears to the ball

A billion birthdays, come

and gone

But still,

the most beautiful gal

on earth

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