August, in the woods

What is it you want from life?

This life,

there’s only one.

only now.

Adventure?     Euphoria?

To be fearless?

To feel fulfilled?

Standing tall – reach for the highest branch

It’s just there — can you see it?

The woods are lush; decadent

the streams sit empty;

waiting

And here we are

watching clouds  slip   into    absence

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