My hair was rambling
Behind my hooded head.
The cold had no effect
As it hit my vulnerable skin.
I was smiling internally
For I was with mother.
The shades of the sleeping trees
Astounded me as I passed by them.
This journey is brilliant
I love every moment.
Let the sloth pass by as I awaken,
As my spirit flies with my winged siblings.
To be alive is to be aware.
To be aware is to be awed by nature.
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