In summer, I sing. 
The hummingbirds and I as one.
I dance with the wildflowers, 
instructed only by the wind.

My mind takes a break from over-thinking,
giving space
for my heart to be free.
My soul on fire,
aching in the delight of the light.

The sun rises, rays coming through my window,
like a knock on my door, a friend asking me to come play.
Later, the moon shines down like courage,
a lover asking for a slow dance.

Meet a Mountain.
Rush with the River. 
Sleep on the Dirt.

We meet each other as we are,
Beings of love and light.

And as the last glimmers of sun disappear beyond the Horizon, 
I am reminded of my internal summer.

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