Green Midday
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1 min readMar 23, 2017
It’s midday, and the sun calls me.
I stand at the cliff of a mountain,
High above the city and people.
I hold my breath for a moment,
Hold it for a few seconds,
And then,
I breathe out…
It’s midday, and the sea beckons me.
I stand before her vastness: her azure waves.
Amidst the heat of day and cold of wind,
I close my eyes and listen,
Listen to that soft sound,
And then,
I hear my heartbeat…
It’s midday, and the mountains greet me.
I stand before the horizon,
Pinnacles reaching toward the heavens
As green foliage stretch beyond my view.
I say a quiet prayer, softly whispering it to the listening wind,
And then,
I let it all go…
