Under a tree

Would I could lie down in the grass under a tree and look up into the sky, close my eyes and feel the grass against my bare skin. I would flow into the grass and the tree and the sky. They would drain me and fill me. My mind would fly with the birds and my body would grow with the grass. My eyes would be flowers and my hair would be vines. I would be a small flowering hill under the tree.  I would be at peace.

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