Rays I hear water birds and wind washing over me like waves of warmth it spans the distance fills the space between Me and You Your eyes are home safety and light sometimes I swear that it is your gaze that warms the earth not the rays of the sun I hear the bees and wings of insects racing by rocks thumping and echoing down into the water I search for shells and fossils but I feel You looking at Me. look up. smile. go back. the green of the trees is bright and vibrant against the rushing stream there really is no other place in the world I’d rather be
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