I am holding my breath in a bubble of air from a narwhal, surfacing in the arctic ice.
I am within the mind of a hive of bees, protecting my African queen, in Zambia.
I am balancing on the wingtip of a crane, in flight over fields of rice, in Hunan province.
I am sitting on the proboscis of a monarch butterfly, sipping nectar from a passiflora , in Wyoming.
North, South, East , and West.
This creation.
This nirvana.
This wonder.
This beautiful Earth.
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
The mornings crisp air. A soft mist circles around. The dense forest. Different shades of green. Hear the animals calling. See the sunlight through the leaves. Sparkling patches of light.
Gecko On a leaf On the wind In the air Above sails And rooftops And deserts The lair Of a beast In his cave Under rock Under dirt As pleasure To pain As healing To hurt Rooster On a barn Calling...
Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
A rabbit in the green. White and so clean. It jumps free. And the woods where it would be. It jumps around. And it hears every sound. White and fluffy with a pink nose. It's cute and everyone knows.
In a spiral of gold, ruby, and copper leaves tumble from the gnarled branches. A magnificent carpet of colours line the woodland paths. Cool winds carry the fiery foliage softly through the icy air.
Pounding heart at a million per second, Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned, Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through, Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose, Speeding up,...
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