Communing With Nature
I want to dance in a field of posies
I’d take off my shoes and squish my toesies
Lay in a field of color all day long
Listen to the birds and mimic their song
Smell all of Mother Nature’s fragrant scents
And prolong my stay by pitching a tent
I’d lie on my back and look at the sky
And linger there until the moon is high
I’d savor the moment, then return home
Where stress, anxiety and chaos roam
And when my day is a little off track
I will close my eyes and I’ll be right back
Communing with nature’s sights, sounds and smells
In the field of posies, I know so well.
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