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Nature Lover

Retired counselor, 341 short stories published by FSU. I have 4 sons, love sharing photography, writing, love travel, sunshine, sea & Grace.

The lone, sensitive child becomes a wandering adult

Who feels and sees that which others pass by?

At home in nature

We revel in the bliss, of roaming amidst

nature's display

To maybe read the sky in a glass top pond,

and hear the flicker of dragonfly wings

To see how the wind creates

an ocean wave of corn or wheat

To lie, in summer grass, and sigh

as a butterfly lands nearby

At one, entranced; given wings

to fly

Over there see the nest,

curtained off in the rosy hedge

a patient Mother Thrush; so hushed

A sudden scurry, through fallen leaves,

as chasing squirrels' cascade...

gold and red and yellow displayed

To revel in diamond bright reflections

from a singing stream

To catch the light on butterfly wings

To rise early in the rosy dawn

and hear the urgent alarm call

of the bird's morning song

Let my spirit ever roam

In this wonderous natural home

where all senses are alert, and all tensions gone

Finally, At one

This is my home

This is where I belong.

© 2021 Helen Lewis

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