It's All About

It's all about
the stillness of the bare trees
as they stand against the world all lit up
and the eerie glow
produced by a cold, starless night
It's all about
the pit pat of shuffling steps
from feet walking to nowhere
and the hum of a streetlight
showing the old way like an old friend
It's all about
the beauty of the vapor
caused by one's breath
and the sight of a sparrow
silhouetted against the nighttime sky
It's all about
the peace of seeing the world all still
like statues of plaster and wood
and the joy of knowing you're alive
the one moving in the shadows

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