I feel sorry for the people who don’t see beauty in nature
in this wilderness there is a lover
always calling my name
Today I look upon an uprooted tree from Hurricane Sandy
Gaze upon its exposed roots
Oh gentle roots where have you gone
I love how you serenade me
with each bird’s song and whisper upon our gentle breeze
Your perfumed scents of pine interspersed with wild honeysuckle
unfettered innocence and joy
WithIn the weeds surrounding you
upon my lips I taste your sourgrass and mint
Oh how I honor these walks of peace and inspiration
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