My little toes dancing on the water
Sand slipping through my fingers
Smell the sunscreen on my skin
Fireflies in jars — glowing
One look — everything was flowing
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You made everything beautiful, like I knew you would
Made everything sound oh so good
No time to try — it’s time to fly
Because we only get one life
So, make it count
Be a tumbleweed in the wind
Nature is the answer for my spirit to send —
Send me to the end of the bend
Bendingly beautiful poem of life’s little meanders, tiny toes dancing around oxbows, tumbling in the breeze, and finding your way to where the bend seems to end.
“No time to try — only time to fly”
Thank you my Eleanor , for words woven with optimistic passion. 🥳
Thank you, my friend. I’m glad it inspired you. That brings great joy to my heart! Thank you for taking the time to read and to make such a thoughtful and kind comment. XOXO, Eleanor
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I have always taken the one less travelled, so much more exciting!
Love it.
Peter
You Lil Dickens 
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