The rain is light, warm, and steady
It’s April…the month that I was born
I’d been wandering about, waiting to transform
Ready to embrace a new destiny. My toes were numb, and gushy.
My feet; now solidified. I hear birds chirping, a tune especially for me.
I’m suddenly feeling free. Oh yes! There’s a reflection, and it is one of me.Such peace to have the mind-drift.
…Transitioning now…Wow! Becoming a tree.
Returning to a place, from which I came. You see…it always was a piece in me.
By Vera Jackson
Photo is a selfie
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