Finding Peace

Walk with me, under the great pine tree. 

Their branches swaying in silent ecstasy. 

Be careful, step lightly. 

Keep your hands low, don’t swing at the Buzzing bee. 

 

Can you hear it? The singing of the birds. 

Their most beautiful songs that have no words. 

Can you see it? The critters at play. 

Laughing and playing, letting time go astray. 

 

Come, Walk with me under the great pine tree. 

Where flowers bloom as we step in unity. 

Look and wonder, love without pity. 

Be careful, watch out! 

Don’t ruin the spider’s artistry. 

Come, Walk with me into serenity.

 

 

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Our world
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