The red fields prickle my toes
As I walk beside the gravel path
No one can hurt me
While the wind tousles uprooted weeds about
And I can see the path unfold ahead of me
The screeching metals pass me by
I pay no heed to the mistakes of the earth
For nature has created for me
Such a lovely thing
I accept her into my arms
Her coolness tingling me throughout
Each part of her renewed with such care
I barely have the heart to lay a finger on her
A wind of my own may pass over her
To create a song that I could hope
Would match her striking beauty
I run through the crepuscular mists
Holding her safe before me
Toward our home
Author notes
An odd tribute to Fairess, my flute. I just got her back from the shop today and she's so shiny! I didn't even know there was so much wrong with her, but I'm happy to have her back...(I know, I have weird relationships with my instruments). The beginning stanza was a bit random...it was sort of about something else...but oh well, I don't feel like making it into another poem.
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I love it! I would have never gotten it if you did not explain it though!
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Thanks
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