The Wilderness

in the marshlands
farming and tilling the land
laboring under a waning star
allowance and transference
transpired fate
nothing too early or too late
all things placed fitting together
rubix cube being solved
left and right hemispheres involved
glare reduced, eyes cleared
where the wind blows
the morning bell echo over the glassy lake
each ripple adding to the pattern and story
the sun peaked its forehead in glory
and the clouds parted
as we departed
hiking to the west
and the wilderness grows
birds sing and streams babble
all the trees of the field will clap their hands
stomp their feet
and rise to the occasion

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