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February 3, 2018

On being a solitary insect

Fritting as if none is around, nibbling at food impalatable, making its way through the forest of grass, tumbling over obstacles insurmountable

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

Magic Forests through which we walk

And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.

The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,

I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view

The Water Skater

While I sat quietly on stony shallow,
And the water gurgled urgently around.
I could see a boy run busy,
And I decided I must found out why.

For, he was a bubbly water skater,
As that's what he did - skate all around.
He pushed his hindleg back and pushed ahead as if no one saw.
I am sure that he could beat his competition through.

He occasionally jumped, as if on a fright
And then sized up the water flow
And then, as if on a rush, went flying through