Gypsy….. I sensed your flow

and I know about the places you go

some of us look behind the trees

to feel their roots as they dance in the breeze

the sun reaches much further than the layers of our skin

we come to many altars…. Lay our gifts and begin again

for it is in the giving that we receive and the rain on our face isn’t foe but friend

We do not prepare for the seasons as they change we begin to evolve as the chill fills the air and we welcome the evolution of life everywhere

for the wisdom of books falls short and cannot compare with the experience of embracing life face to face without fear

the warrior runs through the field to a gypsy waiting just over the hill

and as the game he secured from the woods roasts over the fire

huddled together on a rock overlooking the ridge they silently pray for the many gifts that life gives

the warrior and the gypsy dissolve…. Into one

almost david

🦍❤️🦍