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peace.
Breathing in the colors,
The brisk air stings my nostrils.
The ground is wet below my feet.
With each step water splashes on my shoes,
Of course my shoe has a hole in it.
I wander off into the woods,
Trees dripping with beauty.
Droplets falling upon my head,
Caused by the subtle wind blowing them off.
The mud I walk in turns to leaves.
Yellows and browns became the background for my feet.
In a way it's sad to see trees wither away,
But it's a seasonal thing.
The walk was long and quiet.
There came a part in the pines,
Where rocks stood tall and wide;
Enough to sit on above the water's calling.
It was on a hill so I had to keep cautious of my footing.
I reach my destination:
The waterfall I traveled to see,
Flowing down so smoothly.
I think it was the prettiest all year,
Especially when it rains;
It calms my mind.
I sit, my pants very wet and soggy;
I don't care at this point,
I'm too taken by the scene.
The rock I'm on is too slippery to try and walk on,
So I sit and move myself down further.
I stay still, head resting on my knees,
Letting the water echo in my ears.
Thinking, praying, trying to use nature to cover me as a blanket.
