Precious Tool

Buying a level doesn’t make my life balanced.

Hanging pictures, I take time to select the sizes, objects, colors, to create an appealing atmosphere. I wonder, how will others notice the choices I’ve made to create a home?

From experience, it will not be like walking into the forest, heavy with mist and mystery.

The frog on the trail, pretending to be a stone.

Tall oak trees, enveloping the struggling hemlock.

The fairies emerging from the ferns and abandoned tree trunks.

The leaves and branches, touching me as I pass, cleansing my aura.

Beauty and mystery balance me with the most precious tool of silent wonder.

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