The wind squeezed through the trees.
It felt strange to be present in a space
Making God one with us.
The path was carpeted with yellow needles.
The wind, the darkened sky
What a strange day it had been.
I am here at this moment in time.
The sun beats down
Its own halo.
I got my phone out.
Yes, there was a message.
Beautiful clouds in the sky are cooling
The hot sun. I thought I felt a sprinkle of rain.
I'd like a good rain and a good cry
But neither happens.
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