ONE

A dancing dragonfly catches my attention before lightly grasping onto the tassle of a cornstalk.

Nearby the cornstalk a grandfather cottonwood stands tall. Its’ leaves wave to me in the light breeze.

A low-hanging, quickly shifting opaque cloud grazes the highest branches of the cottonwood as they greet the day together.

Bright blue sky appears in tiny glimpses as sunshine kisses the cloud farewell.

All that exists is perfection, and I am one with it all.

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