Centered in my personal stand of trees
familiar birds land high and near
unknown animals creep to the front or sit beyond my view.
I'm trusted to do my own breathing
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Profound and evocative poetry- reminiscing, wondering, searching. Fantastic image of where birds rest and the changes lumber goes through.
Thank you so much, Julia! Trying to relay that parts of me left behind may remain as something more permanent. Something we all hope for. - Jenny