Thoughts come <br />rising <br />without warning <br />traveling <br />through rich scented earth <br />and wet grass <br />inhaled, slowly <br />way down to my feet <br />and out through <br />my deeply embedded toes <br />that throw off <br />shimmers of dew <br />that glisten on trees <br />and alight the horizon <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2005<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-musing/
