Blades of grass rustle in the gentle breeze.
Fireflies dot the darkened field.
Crickets chirp in the distance.
Sparkling stars hang overhead.
The full moon peers down upon the land.
I stand in the midst of it all,
Awestruck by it's brilliance,
Feeling vulnerable in its vast openness.
It was hardly empty
But still open.
A wonder in it's own right.
What I wouldn't give to be in that sky,
Among the moon and stars,
Intangible from the world below.
 
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