All There Is

A poem

Wafts of mist
Everything‘s spinning
A world full of color
I dream of gardens
Tall trees with ladders
The fruits are gorgeous
Plump and shiny
And we’re dancing
Beneath the moon

Surrounded by
Nature and
Howling winds
We don’t want to
Move forward
This is our place

Be still
No shouting
Here it‘s
Where I’m
Going to stay
Here it’s
Where there’s
All there is

I would like to do a shout-out for a new writer I discovered: @katecjames. You’ll have a good laugh when reading her story below:

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