My giving mother


I refuse to give up on the beauty of this nature
which surround and engulfs me
every time I sit in her lap
every time a hear the twittering take
Of the redneck
or the clickety-clack of the woodpecker
gentle humming of bees
the symphony they weave in nature
leaving their genteel touch in eternity’s
to please our mortal souls
to imbued us with the
cascading love
hidden in the dew drops in the porch
Those serene fleeting touches
slowly and surely
seeping into my soul
an hour spent in the bliss
Of this loving nature
can resurrect and rejuvenate
Me evermore.


Photo by Riccardo Chiarini on Unsplash

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