Let It Be Easy
I sing my welcome to this day, and further implore let it be easy, let it come easily, let me be soft like the morning dew clinging to the tall grass. I once lived deep in the forest away from all but the most intrepid wanderers. In righteous anger I watched the rocks dissolve and then grow anew. I withered in my isolation and in a certainty so soft the slightest breeze would blow it further and further away. It was an owl who saved me, called me back to my life, said my name in the night, to which I first responded, Who?
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