Come closer, daughter
My bank has the perfect boulder waiting for you
You will find rest
When you let my endless burble speak to your busy mind
Breathe…
Lay your worries down
Give them to me
I will carry them to the depths of the sea.
I bring life to all I touch
From the towering silver maple to the tiny striped minnow
All are nourished by my abilities.
See the lush thicket?
Each fern knows me well
Rooted in my abundance,
Their lacy fronds
beam with contentment.
I am a channel of resources
An open frequency
Yet you seldom tune me in.
Come near, daughter, and sit awhile.
Dear Reader,
Hopefully my latest poem will inspire you to get outside and allow the natural world to speak to you. I want to do just that! Look for another post next week which celebrates National Poetry Month.
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