Like the smoke from the fire,
Like a feather in the breeze,
Like a note in a bottle,
Drifting the seven seas.
Like the pollen in the spring,
Being ferried with the air.
Like a kite without a string,
Drifting free of care.
Like the leaves on the tide,
Like the salmon the rivers tow,
They all go to places
I will never, ever go.
K. Jared Hosein
I love this one a lot as well, beautiful imagery that relaxes.
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