
The trees they know the beauty of the leaves
That sway with the breeze
As visiting birds alight
On bending branches
Singing a song
Of morning
Awakening us from a sleep
Reminding us
In the silent early morning spaces
Of the beauty
Imprinted so deep within
These simple things of nature
And as we slowly turn our thoughts
Towards the soul
To reach there for that deeper connection
Perhaps for a moment of clarity
We hear within our heart
Resounding from within
In sympathy with our kin
The simple song of nature
I was thinking about this very thing last night. This says it so well.
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It reminds me of your Big Sky post. 🙂
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The truth of all truths, penned in such a lovely fashion.
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Thanks Marc
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I love this!
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Thanks so much silent times in nature are the best.
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