Rehomed, reawakened, reborn.

 

Revisited old landscapes

and planted new trees.

Carved rivers into mountains,

where they never used to be.

Reawakened the beauty,

for nature to thrive.

I wanted so much

for this place 

to become alive.

 

Reborn,

it needed to be

So, I breathed new life

Into damaged lungs,

so that forever

new songs could be sung.

I sifted out the dirt and litter,

added sparkles and glitter.

I took old torn scraps,

pages left to fade in time,

I reapplied the ink,

gave them a new shine.

 

These landscapes,

pages and memories,

I put in a bag

and carried them along with me,

until I found the perfect place,

with just the right light

and weather to embrace,

and I set them free.

A new world for them to roam

for them to flourish.

Rehomed,

reawakened,

reborn.

 

 

 

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