Mystical Day

 

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Like any other day it seems,

Nothing has changed,

Yet all is different.

Disarray seems beautiful,

Not requiring attention.

 

The trees have their say,

On the road to Emmaus,

Making it clear I am not a fleeting entity any more,

But rather one,

With them for now.

 

This day is different, as I notice for the first time.