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Rejuvenation

October 2, 2012
By HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
132 articles 33 photos 482 comments

Favorite Quote:
What things there are to write, if only one could write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith


The tree was humming.

Not buzzing, like bees hard at work, and not singing,
like nymphs swimming in starlight,

but humming - a rhythmic, resonant tone that I could feel
as a shiver down my spine and deep in my bones.
I imagined I could already see sparks of green
inching along the trunk and tickling me when they met my fingers.
My heart pounded in my ears, matching the rhythm of the tree,
a steady pulse that sent shoots of energy through the earth,

away and far into the distance.
I couldn't see any of it, but I could feel it,
and never had I felt so alive.

Beneath my closed lids, my eyes danced with sheer joy.
Anticipation jumped along my limbs,
but I stayed still, feeding the energy from the great trunk

out through the roots.
The land was restoring.
Grey and brown slowly changed to green and blue.
Water started to seep up through the energized soil
and bubbled forth onto the thirsty surface.
I think then I started laughing
and the humming of the great tree came out of my mouth

as a beautiful song.

Life was starting over
and in those moments, all was perfect.



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on Oct. 22 2012 at 11:39 am
HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
132 articles 33 photos 482 comments

Favorite Quote:
What things there are to write, if only one could write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith

Thanks so much!

on Oct. 5 2012 at 9:52 am
THATNaomiTaylor BRONZE, Saratoga Springs, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"There was nowhere to go but everywhere."

amazing! nice work. :)