Air
Lighten up,
Exhale the stress,
Bask in nature’s embrace,
Come out of the rat race.
Find a door through the night,
Reach out for the light,
Listen to the symphony from the deep,
It leads to the treasure chest.
There’s an evening call,
To rest from the day’s pursuit,
Take a walk by the sea,
Let gloom make room for glee.
Search for meaning in nature’s gift,
A new language it will give for a lift,
There’s a path to redemption,
Bring your wandering mind to that path.
March 17, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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