storms of life are destined to exfoliate us of
our thin skin of joy and comfort which we are
attired with as first we’re born into this world
aware of this, we can rejuvenate our skin by
choosing to witness the aesthetics to our eyes
beholding and listening to Nature’s music
of the wind’s whispers, the bird’s songs, the
trickling of a brook running, the sea’s clapping,
the dolphin’s chatter, the orca’s echoing snort
surrounding ourselves with voices and spirits
that contribute to our spiritual growth, open
our eyes and heart to what is Love
we may choose to have our spirit dance with joy
but can’t unless we whisk the grime away that fills
Nature’s air and those causing It, who don’t care
For Nature is now exhaling with wanton destruction,
where the nascence of foliage is now in peril, and
fauna is hiding from tree limbs flying about, impaling
be kind to oneself, be caring, embrace all things
that life brings for we are part of all that resides
under the same moon and stars, the sun, on this
rock floating in a universe embracing the ‘One’
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