travel – hudson biko

I stood there

In a patch of dirt

That

somehow supported

maize stalks

and

side walks.

Both preceding

hues of green

in the form of tress

That gathered

in patches we call forests

Each fathered

By birds, herds

and

swarms

of bees

floating in a breeze

Broken only by the hills.

Hills

that

rolled

into

the

Sunrise

I stood there

thinking about how this isn’t everywhere

Thinking.

Then stopping

myself because

this was

beautiful.

Breathing in the untouched air

marveling in its tranquility

and its innocence.

I stood there,

in a patch of dirt,

that somehow supported maize stalks and side walks.

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