The Crane and the Seed

I am flying in the sky high above my body, mind and spirit. As I land safely I am reminded that  navigating the sky through storms drives me to a deliberate landing without fear. Once I land I perform a dance in the grass. I bathe and cleanse myself and pluck out any old feathers no longer serving their purpose; or some fall out naturally as I flap my wings to dry. As I eat the seeds and bugs I find In the dirt, I then poop and provide compost in the rich soil so the seeds blown by the wind can bloom where they are planted.

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