poem_v.ii

Welcome to the ARC!

There is nothing more special

than a meal from the garden

with friends by the fire.

Without any worries I carry

onward like the waves on the

beach I can see from

the yard.

Hawks turning overhead.

Cherry Sunbeam reaching from horizons bosum.

Steam swirling from my teacup

in the sea of emotions

its easy to get carried away…

I remember to use my smile

to feel good

and to accept

joy when its shows

up in my heart.

Fire burning strong.

Heat from the space in

which we dwell.  Never keeps me waiting long.

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