Creation, destruction
The smell of my backyard
The woods, the highway
A juxtaposition
The sun, it warms me
Grateful, the cardinal
Shiva and Shakti
The breeze
The smell of my backyard
Somewhere between
The sparkling snow
And the mycelium'd trees
The breeze
It honors me
I honor it
The smell of my backyard
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The creek in my backyard
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