Going

I sit amidst the trees,
And rocks, and green things growing;
A little stream in midst of these
So quietly is flowing.

A tiny, puffy cloud goes by,
Its easy motion cheering;
At home within the silent sky,
As I within this clearing.

A fuzzy bee plays ’round my hand,
Then goes to bounce a flower.
Two butterflies together fan
Delight with quick, soft power.

I sit, and hear and see,
The life around me flowing;
So quietly, so free,
And going, going, going.

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