Wautoma

Wautoma The stillness of a gentle breeze. The rustling of the fallen leaves. Sun shines through the naked trees. Flowers being pollinated by the bees. Ashes waft up from the fire pit, Where last night a large fire was lit. Lunch cooked on an open fire. Birds in a line perched on a wire. Surrounded by the clean, frseh air. The wind swirls and styles my hair. Water pumped up from the ground. Food grows in abundance all around. The smell of smoke mixed with pine. It's peaceful here, i'm feeling fine.