A spiral of roots

      calms a

            tortured soul—

   one whose

mind is clouded with

             worry

     and

   remorse.

   Dainty whisps of

  wind speak

   sweetly,

  and remind

her not to worry.

Nature provides with

tender care,

and assures

the tortured soul

that life

   will prove sweet.

Soon,

       a soft paw

steps near,

paired

                 with a

yawn

     and a stretch,

as a fluffy tail

      sways.

White fur

   nestles close,

          and a

sandpaper tongue,

 as well as

         twinkling whiskers,

caress

      wind-bitten

                     skin.

Pleasant reading company

purrs

    and kneads

      with

gentle paws.

A small meow

chirps

      in time

with the turn

 of a page.