My soul is filled with the memory of green space//
Walking in the sunshine along the river//
The energy of the forest has soaked into my cells/
Like air bubbling through a pond of water, covered in lilies//
Elevating the energy of my Sunday//
With the invigorating joy of movement/
And an incidentally renewed sense of self//
Sweet freedom//
Remembering the lesson in my body//
By putting the moment into prose//