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.
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