I met me beneath a tree.

This morning I woke up,

And I did just simply that.

The sun was bright, the air was warm,

So I put on my hat.

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I walked out to the garden,

And I sat beneath my tree.

The birds all sang, the wind, it rang,

The grass soft under me.

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The world seemed somehow brighter,

Almost as it was new.

"Is something missing?"

"Is something different?"

My thoughts and questions grew.

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I looked up to the sky.

The clouds, they were the same.

"Is someone else here with me?"

"She seems nice... What's her name?"

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As the bees hummed past me,

They hummed a quiet word.

I thought they may have answered me,

But I hadn’t clearly heard.

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Perhaps no one else was with me.

Yet still, I felt confused.

The leaves seemed to be dancing,

They looked lighter, unbruised.

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I turned then to the breeze to ask,

As it brushed upon skin.

"What has changed today?"

It whispered,

“It's coming from within.”

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I realised in that moment,

As I sat under my tree.

Nothing had changed,

The sun still the same.

The difference?

It was me.