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As I stand here

I wounder was it really that hard?

I look up upon the drop,

A big yes fills my mind.

Outhere I am reminded of my

old home wooded and peaceful,

calm and scerene



Walking back I thought

outhere is were I belong

outhere is peace and life.

A life like no other,

the first real life



Ouhere is everything to live,

food, shelter, what more

could you want.

I would love to live outhere,

in the wilderness

outhere in creation



The mountians, old , majestic

how I love to climb

but fear the steep descent

how I love the feeling

of internal peace when

the top I reach.

All around people talking

not really caring.

But I care,

A sense of awe fills me

As I see the other peaks.



The little bugs trying to figure out

how to get down,

they stop at my feet

as if asking me to carry they down to safty



Outhere I am one with life

Outhere I am  whole once again

I smile then frown,

for I am saddened though

at the thought that I will

never return with my body.

But when my spirit is free

there will be Heaven outhere.