A poem by Sean Phillips
Just to hear the songbirds, or watch the wind
Within the pines. To see the colors of the earth,
Against the backdrop of the skies.
Just to see the sunlight, casting shadows
In the room. To feel a breeze or close our eyes,
And have the peace within us bloom.
Just to look at pages, without caring
What they say. Or sense the life within a plant,
And know we are the same.
Just to make the pen move, scratching gliding
And so on. To smell the leather binding,
Heated warm by morning's sun.
A simple life, or so it seems,
No more or less we need. Just to be and love it all,
No matter what life brings.
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