It's not just a wind in the sails, they have their head upon it. Like the only thing to see is their face when it comes sailing towards.
This crack of dawn appears like cracking open an egg. That bright yellow yolk in the sky. There's no other way they'd start their day.
If unable to reach the sky as the limit. Then will the sky upon the mountains be just as ideal.
The difference between walking on the wild side and the real wild, is, won't see any wildlife as a deer walking the same path as to take.
If to expect them to sweep up their own mess then will have to start letting them go. Than keep holding onto them like a baby need caring for. There must be others, friends, lovers, who can be there for them.
In the forest; with those who believe bless the land of their mind, body, and soul. Tend to expect a little something in return. From even blowing a kiss like to create a soft gentle breeze. Will wait for a gentle kiss back and will judge upon that depending outcome.
1 Timothy Ch.1:V.5 " - Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned:"
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