the green scented forest envelopes me in warm, evergreen arms
I sit here, sipping my glass of ahh, my boy asleep in the loft
the sounds are different from those at the lake a hundred feet below
luring me for a late stroll yet whispering to just walk in my mind
I agree that the comfort of my meadow blanket deserves more time
and wind down the city echoes in my bones, fingers and thoughts
a raven couple seems to bicker gently while a nearby branch snaps
and a docile deer mother with two younglings enters my eye window
my favourite camera is intentionally left at home and I'm good with that
because I ask this furry group a permission to enter their realm instead
I may borrow my sister's records as she indulges in her preferred joy
her digital speech is royal and becomes her quietness as she sips
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