swishing through grasses
carpeted with swaths of flowers talking over life and living in the heat of a warm spring day sharing matters of past, present and future
while sunshine beams kindly
over glistening blue water
mirroring clear blue sky.
“words are like nets - we hope they’ll cover what we mean,
but we know they can’t possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”
~ Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart
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