originated scene

orange clouds drift along treetops,
right here the rock rises to meet the sky,
inside the valley a cool wind swells,
growing temperature meets with moisture,
it is time, longer days and warming nights, forests teeming with life,
nature can sense the frost,
at the upper elevations begins that thaw,
those waves take their time in arriving,
evaluate day by day,
don’t make the major energy i used to,
sometimes the atmosphere works against the health but
continue doing whatever gets you through,
endure where you are at and break the system,
nearly every day is a ceremony or ritual,
each day ended near you is magical

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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