I hear Nature breathing,
deeply and eagerly
the cold breeze sweeping the clear mountain
the sun, generously warm,
spreading the laughter of light
the blue sky holding back the restless clouds
allowing the grass and the trees to dance with joy
Nature just is,
and in its isness
it is the source of life
we, unable to be,
are struggling to become
This is so beautiful. You have a way with words and should write more poems.
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