She, static as a mule [and certainly in no hurry too], could not be persuaded to set her baggage and sit for her shoot; the whiffletree had broken free—leaving her steering stubbornness and the photographer’s collectiveness carted to where patience is departed. ; )

Below sunned shade

Atop valleyed peak

Sit nearly apart

Ponderer

Learner

And

Warmthful coolness

Breezing omneity

Amidst their sphere. ; )

“Psst, Geri! I know this brush may seem lush, but it is also quite prickly—especially on the nosey.”

“Come with me. I know a secret spot—a neck twixt those hills—teeming with trees dolloped by greenery fozy.” ; )

Heavy head may find balance in each of fasting, breathing, and mindful points of zen.

Whereas…

Heeding media and inedia could lead to fast breaths heaving to an end. ; )

Upon ground where fantassin did kill,

Revived as reflective daffodil,

Armed with even more powerfull skill,

Pleads peace and forgives to all ill will. ; )