Purple petal carried on the wind
Drifting slowly to fall at my feet
I drink in your lilac scent
A friend to June, could you be
The ambitious wing of a fairy?
You take my hand and I dance again
With the summer breeze
A trusting spirit,
almost free
A lone feather stands tall in the grass
Wondering why I happened to pass
I let doubt be
In my heart I bow to a silent vow
To be stronger and believe
In a road I’ve yet to know except to know
That where I chose, it will lead me
I was out for a short stroll yesterday and the summer
breeze embraced me, though once I had been moving for a while the sun grew
warmer on my skin. I slowed my pace every once and a while to pause and enjoy
the rich scent of the flowers, marvelling at their natural sweetness. That was
when a single purple petal fell and landed at my feet, reminding me that simple
moments can add that little bit of joy to your day. As I was making my return
journey, I noticed a single feather in the grass, standing upright. In some
small way, it made me feel more connected to everything, surer, and a little
bit calmer. Today I sit and write in the rain, thinking about the next time I
might have a walk as peaceful as that one was. Something tells me that it will
be sooner rather than later.
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