I want to be
wild –
to roar at the sky
and sing with the wind,
to bloom alongside the flowers
and reach like the trees.
I want to be
free –
to think in cycles
and centuries,
and dance with the darkest memories,
and shine like the brightest stars.
I want to
see –
to feel it all,
hold it all,
to cradle it
here in the palm of my hand,
and know that I know
so little,
and everything.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
This is amazing! The way it dances along, embracing it all. Perhaps you will be a magnolia tree…and can channel that 95 something million years of centuries of knowledge!
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Thank you! I think it wouldn’t be so bad at all to be a magnolia tree. 🙂 Around here, I often think of the ash trees that are becoming a lost species – centuries of growth only to be taken out by an insect. I wonder what all they’ve seen over their lifetimes, and get sort of melancholy thinking about it.
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I can understand that. What manages to survive by evolving and what is lost to us seems so random at times.
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Yes, it really does.
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Smooth 👏🏻
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Thanks!
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I hope you are fine mam 🙂
Your work has a beauty and I always smile after reading it.
Keep sharing.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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What a wonderful poem, Katie!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful 🙂
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Thank you!
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