Soul stitching,
Where does the needle go?
Heart mending,
Where does the solder flow?
Piece by piece,
The picture is complete,
Line by line,
The book is written.
Step by step,
A mile is complete,
Brush strokes and smudges,
The painting is done.
Nature has a voice,
Nature speaks,
There’s a clarion call,
We’re too troubled to hear.
There’s a message,
Dawn harbingers it,
There’s a cry,
Twilight amplifies it.
An ailing mother,
Abandoned by her...
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