Poem: Paint a Portrait of Me

First paint a book, pages filled with endless hope
Describing rides down an endless slopeIn thick, long strokes
Paint the words of a song floating, flyingIn a way to stop all crying
Then center a sunset giving new light
And the clouds of color in their flight
Draw the trees, softly calling
Draw the leaves, gently falling.
Paint me singing
With nature’s voice ringingIn the book,

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First paint a book, pages filled with endless hope
Describing rides down an endless slopeIn thick, long strokes
Paint the words of a song floating, flyingIn a way to stop all crying
Then center a sunset giving new light
And the clouds of color in their flight
Draw the trees, softly calling
Draw the leaves, gently falling.
Paint me singing
With nature’s voice ringingIn the book, through the pages
Song singing through the ages
Once you’ve completed your masterpiece
you can sign your name and get some eats.

— Brooke Mitchell, age 11 Carlsbad, California

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What is Mindfulness

Thich Nhat Hanh January 15, 2020

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