I have often skirted
the hemline of a wild meadow
in search of the solitude
that comes from being surrounded
by nature in all its glory
Wispy traces of a breeze
murmur the silences of the universe
to trees who rustle in reply
as if to say we know...we know
I long to understand
The trickling of a winding creek
babbles cheerfully all the wisdom
one should ever need to learn
but alas the knowledge heard
often trickles out the ear
If I could only open myself
fully to what is around me
my mind and soul would be whole
that is why I often skirt
the hemline of a wild meadow |
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