No destination in mind, I was free to choose. Flip a coin, left or right, or perhaps bear straight ahead where a
Canopied road beckons, shadow-stippled, playing footsie with the sun. No artist painted this. Slow down,
Patterns shift with the slightest whisper of wind. Blink, and the world has changed already. Dark to light and back
Again. A forest green turtle ventures a crossing. Hurry, little guy, not all who travel here will care if you safely reach your
Destination. He ignores my wave, but soldiers on, tiptoeing persistently across this canopied road. His choice matters, too.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Aw, this is a sweet poem
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Thanks! I grew up in an area with almost nothing trees. Now, I drive through a forest.
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Trees are lovely.
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Autocorrect is stalking me. I meant “an area with almost NO trees.”
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I knew it was what you meant xxxxxxx
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Loveliness!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful image celebrated with words!
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Thank you!
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Lovely post. thanks for sharing. Unplanded trips can be the best.
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Thank you! And you’re right–those spur of the moment trips are often the best.
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❤
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Beautiful treatment of a mesmerising subject
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Thank you oh so much!
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