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My inspiration, she has her own reading tree!

Sunshine and A Reading Tree

Sunshine dotting the field through the trees, amen to such beauty.

The higher it rises, the more it paints its path forward,

Higher still as time moves on, and I am still here!

A rock changes its color to pale yellow on a square grey shape.

I am pleased; what I see, I love. Why is grass so green?

Ferns dance in the morning breeze, happy to see the sun.

Or do they wish to follow the sun? Delighted with its beams!

Lichen cast blue values, that tree is pale grey,

Lighter, against its dark textured neighbors.

A reading tree is found. It has been given bling and whirly-gigs.

Stings of crystals drape from limb to limb! A copper windchime tinkles.

Celebrated for what it is and what it makes, an archway to beyond.

The woods beckons here, my child’s imagination. I remember trees well!

The hours with a good book, not wanting to be disturbed.

“I will bring a small pillow next time,” I murmur. Chewing my gum.

My hair in pigtails to keep it out of my way. It won’t bug me here!

Looking upon the woods from time to time to glimpse its beauty.

Listening___ I have been quiet long enough and been here often enough.

That birds sing, squirrels come by, and something else rustles the leaves.

Sunshine falls upon my book, a flickering dance of shadow and light.

Again, I am quite pleased. I love the solitude of being one with the world.

Pejj Nunes Copywrite 7/20/2024