Pull up a log
and sit still long
enough to hear
the endless clicking
of the millions of
fallen and browning
leaves that lay strewn
upon the wooded
forest floor.
Tell me from
where it comes.
If you might.
Is it the crunching
of tiny bugs
looking for food?
Or the rise and
fall of each on
each in the
gentle wind.
As for me
it is nature’s
simple lure
to draw us in.
Stay. Only stay
until it no
longer matters.
Stay.
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