in the darkening night,
as my young son plays with neighboring children,
a warmth breaks through the coolness of the slightly chilled breeze, I feel peace.
That peace speaks boldly, yet soft.
It is nurturing, like the voice of God.
Happy am I that there are no park classes to be bustling to:
Not having to "live" to truly live, aquiring points for the masses.
Only to be, and hear the breeze sway the gorgeous spectacle of trees.
-Shannon
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