Think
Sitting down upon the ground
The silence my mind drinks
Heartbeat becomes elevated
As I begin to think
Crows fly overhead
Eyes are afraid to blink
Wanting to not miss any sights
As I think
Bustling leaves within the wind
Nature appears to be in sync
All seems peaceful
As my spirit starts to think
My mind is still
Words flow from my ink
Creativity pours from my thoughts
When I get the time to think
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