Cleaning the soul.

Pulse quickens, goose bumps raise

Wind rushes by –

Light through the canopy, iridescent plays

Patterns on the muddied earth.

Sweat rains down, sins wash away

Sun blazes on –

Hours are but minutes, seconds are a day

Thoughts crest and break upon the trail.

Holy grass underfoot, engulfing trees,

Seclusion in your depths –

My soul, renewed! Feel the breeze,

Reborn again to the world, ahead.


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