Wandering…Aimlessly.
At least that’s what I thought.
I heard..their calling.
My name. Whispered.
It was The Trees.
They were calling me.
They embraced me.
These Trees.
I’ve arrived……
Home.
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They’ll do that, won’t they? I’m proud to be called a tree-hugging hippie. I can’t understand why everybody isn’t one! ππ
I’ll never understand either SOB … some people just have no clue π±
Yep. You’re definitely right about that! π
Keep on hugging them no matter what anyone says, Trees are Life. Keep well keep safe poppet.
ππ³ I’m hugging them Anna!!!!
Hug one for me, better than prayer perhaps right now. Take care poppet, love to you this Weekend.
Yes, you are home! And what a beautiful place it is π
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I just love your property. The picture of the sun going down on the trees is beautiful.
I’m loving’ it to C π I never get tired of looking out my back door and seeing that view π³
Beautiful and just loved to know you have arrived Home, the trees are home to so many creatures.
That was my earliest of poems ” Oh Human” in which the Tree says Oh Human do not kill me, I home to so many.
You can read if you have the time its in my Poetry menu.
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ShivaπΆ
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