Nature’s Art

When my soul

is lost again,

I search for solace

in the rain.

Soothing skies

are dripping slow

and stillness follows

as I go

Into the soft

September shades

of sylvan scents

and forest glades.

I walk the verdant velvet field

and sense a sorrow loose and yield.

A sigh escapes the depth of me

and I can feel restority.

The time is now and mine alone,

My sanctuary earth and stone.

As I turn from

whence I came

I see anew,

I’m not the same.

A tiny spark

ignites my heart

And I thank God

for nature’s art.

By: Nicola, Age 60, County: Wicklow

 

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