Sitting in the stillness of the day.
Birds flit and call, the world is.
It is just enough, time is still.
Flowers reach to grow up.
Watch them change, sit, be.
Welcome this day, this time.
Be its friend and watch, listen.
It is old and ancient this splendor.
Always in flux, always growing.
Even if it is rage and storm, it is.
Be welcomed into its space, creation.
The Creator awaits you here.
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