From Under Where My Feet Stand

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Weather, I see you.
Wind, I hear you.
Trees, I feel you
through all of your leaves.

Clouds slightly block you, sun,
but I can still feel your warmth.
A nice touch, I might add,
for this cold January month.

Ground, you are still wet
from the rain of days gone by.
Earth, I touch you.
Pulsating and real..

Kristina
Loganville, GA