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The sky is blue

Cheaha Mountain, by Pamela Todd

the sky is black
the damp air's heavy
on my back
the wind blows softly
the trees gently sway
the growing darkness
ends the day
crickets chirp their
flawless song
to you - to me
all twilight long
breathe in
breath out
in perfect rhyme
this is the place
this is the time
now is when
I am my best
my heart pounds
a rhythm beneath
my breast

I look skyward from 

my place on earth

I question not 

my own self worth

here I am

I am here

that's enough 

for me - my dear

the wind blows softly
the trees gently sway
the growing darkness ends the day.