‘Tis the gift to be simple

In a surprising twist,

the sun pressed leaf patterns

onto my skin, so that the trees

would recognize a sister

of inferior design

bringing me into a world

where measurement is a myth,

awakening in me a freedom

of season and element.

So it is with a turn of mind and heart

far from worry and shame

I find a home in a valley of delight.

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