The wind buffets the limbs of the forest full of trees.
As the morning rain pours down upon us all.
The dark road shines with its beauty revealed just like this, on a warm January day.
As we all, all of us -
small mammals beneath the fallen leaves in the forest,
and worms living quietly out the winter,
and sleeping bears with babies quietly growing in their bellies,
and humans with not enough brain to live within instinctual wisdom,
and yet too much prefrontal cortex to behave reasonably...
here we all are,
being whatever we can manage.
As the earth slowly turns ,
and the darkness finally falls.
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