little vision bird blue dot balanced on a branch peeping through an adopted body feathered leaf green. no worries at the moment and the moment is what matters basic physics relative to a worm. spontaneous with what is known best and easy to understand a soliloquy simple in its wisdom chirping words into music. eyes open to the world with a light wind ruffling tucked wings warmly nestled singing happy to be a voice inside a tree.
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