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Do we take our surroundings for granted? We are surrouned by rich visions of creation. |
Between Steps... I paused on my way between foot steps Hovering over my dust-free path, Observing an observation to see Of how my environment was cast for me. The way of the warm wooden walls Sends my imagination a daydream vision: Some carpenter, More than content in his work, Strokes a single panel of wood, Using first sandpaper, then rubbing on oil., Penetrating the dryness of the wood. The pride of the carpenter's work Produces a luminous glow. The wood itself, almost oozes pride From a final coat of polyeurathane. This is certainly a wall worthy of my way. . |