Golden Day by Danna Faulds

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It is a golden day, a day beholden

to nothing but its own sweet

unfolding.

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The only question is how much

of its richness can I let in?

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How slowly can I walk the

leaf-strewn trail, inhaling the

goodness of the woods?

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Just how blessed can I let myself

be in the midst of the worlds

chaos and the unfailing generosity

of the trees?