A walk.

Zooming into the voided space...
Let roots re-activate.
Let heat matriculate...
the passion that focused its beams,
to mending the broken, and sewing the seams.

The seed of beginning erupts and dispels.
Re-integration...
Now back as the dew.
Re-cycled and the moisture is new.

A sigh of release in the depths of its pain...
No stress is an exhale from what seemed to doom,
from what daily loomed.
A break in cacoon.

Like seasons surrounded by Earth at her best, the birds and trees,
and bees, and the rest...
Even nut stealing targets have purpose as few, but untended gardens will mean much more work.

So let's pluck and let's pull, and cut, chop, whack, and saw...
the toiling is laborious but needed and right.
What once was a hassle to forge standing in, is now Natures second,
a moment of Zen.

The rhythm is potent and all beats unite,
no chaos or darkness, the stars fill the sky.

Adjusted and breathing the wind as it speaks...

Pondering journeys of two separate souls,
through brush,
poison Oak,
through youth,
through our goals.

Like seasons we grow from these stages of witness, participation is all that we need.

A walk, slow together we feed.
A walk slow, together we breath.
A walk, slow... together.