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


7:30 PM

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