Letting the world move through me
as the soft, faintly cooling breeze
rustles through tree tops
and the swathe of blue-green grasses below,
their pale straw-coloured heads curved gracefully outward.
I sit and gaze over the greenery
dipping down the valley below and rising
on the other side.
This soft beauty –
Why does it seem such a luxury?
Mine has been a life imprisoned
by the harshness of suburbia –
all concrete hardness and jarring straight lines
curtailing the horizon,
limiting my vision.
That frenzied jumble of people
that the most of us
now live in. A legacy of progress.
I must be simple to desire
that all my days are surrounded
by this green softness.
Yes, give me growing, living earth
and quietude.
That is all.
Just this.
Then if I die, my soul will be replete.
Of This Earth 
Yes – feel the breathing out of arriving home in the green. Thanks for reminding my body.. even as I sit here in suburbia at my computer.
Hey Dinali,
Great to see you writing again 💚🥰
I tried to leave this comment but doesn’t seem to we working…
“I feel the breathing out of coming home to green. Thanks for reminding my body even as I sit here in suburbia at my computer.”
Love Debbie
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Thanks Debbie, Comment came through multiple times. Keep breathing with your green growing garden.
I want you to be able to live out of town and close to the earth. It would be healing for you. Monica
Yep. It’s true, seeing the horizon encourages me to breath out too.