I walk in quiet
harmony hearing
the song of the forest,
with the warmth from
the sun gently
holding and filling
this small earth.
I listen to the earth
with its quiet laughter,
filling brooks and streams.
I listen to the bird’s song
as I walk through
the twisted branches
that gently sway with the breeze.
The breeze, which dances and drifts,
bringing warmth to the shadows.
I feel its warmth in the summer, chill in the winter.
I see the earth covered in green
and blanketed in white.
I feel the gentle hand of the breeze and the harsh whipping of the wind.
I hear the quiet singing of the birds and the howl of the wolf.
I hear the song of life filling the wood.
A filling melody of laughter and warmth,
a song of the forest and earth.
Every life playing a part in its quiet
harmonies, gently intertwined.
The placid circle of life always spinning, .
filling life with dark and light,
with quiet pain and excited laughter,
with warmth and cold,
with water and earth,
all creating one song.
The song
that gently
holds the earth,
filling it with nights and days,
deaths and warmth’s and all in quiet harmony.
The quiet song
of life which thrives in the wood with the
warmth of the sun and the tender
hand of the breezes to carry it to all the corners,
filling our home, the earth.
By: Becca T LA#5
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