Serene Spirit

Here I stand,the sun on my face My back in shadows Around me tender lips whisper a solemn prayer. Legs together,buried ankle deep in natural spa. toes tickled by mother earth’s gentle massage Curious onlookers can only peep kept away by my mother’s hand. What a wonderful feeling to be cared for Neither do I toil nor tire But stand aloft, a serene spirit a beautiful tree with leaves of deepest green. I hear them whisper prayers to the wind I see weeds wither and die in nature’s hand And know I am truly loved and cared for from above.