Psycho6058

Running barefoot, naked
through the meadow,
to the woods beyond

reveling in the tingling
of dew moistened grass
squishing between my toes.

The smell of the wild flowers
attacks my olfaction
like a wild predator.

I feel alive, me thinks

Entering the woods,
I clothe myself,
to guard against bites

I can hear the forest breathe;
the trees applaud
the angelic choir of wildlife.

A thousand, thousand eyes
watch me watching them
and nod a welcoming hello.

I feel at peace, me thinks

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ms. vodka

how beautiful, and fun, and simple.

i like it, me thinks.

so, do you have film of the meadow run?

vodka

journyman161

Just what I needed on a grey old morning in Melb. I love the 'angelic choir of wildlife' imagery. Having been shortsighted for most of my life, hearing was very important to me & even today, the sounds of the bush or mountains is my main harbinger of a peaceful mood.

Um... I don't think St 3 is right.
'The smell of the wild flowers
attacks my aural senses'
Aural is hearing, so you have smell affecting the wrong sense. Olfactory is smell or it could be stretched to taste (oral, maybe?) as the two are so closely linked, but hearing?

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Psycho6058

Thank you ms.v (me thinks I might have a copy, lol)
Mark: Thanks, that was the word I was trying to think of.

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