Like a winding dirt road
Winding through mountainous terrain
The beauty of the trees
The chirping of the birds
Butterflies flying overhead
The sound of bees
As they move from flower to flower…
The shadows are slowly giving way
The brilliant blue sky
With only a hint of a slight breeze
The brilliant purple of the thistles
Clash with the brown dry grass…
So many colors
Overwhelming all senses
While the quiet sounds
Can barely be heard above
The ringing of my ears…
The reason that I am here?
The brain fog has hidden
The initial focus is gone
Given way instead
To the beauty that surrounds…
SdeSoto
Mom Is Sick -- For Parents & Kids 
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