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Summer Serenity

A whip-poor-will calls out in the distance,
The wind blows strong over the placid lake,
Daffodils gleefully dance on the shore.

Even in the midst of the world’s chaos,
With the waves of calamity everywhere,
There still time for the serenity of a summer day.

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Contemplations of a Peaceful Morning

The gentle shivers of leaves catching the wind,
Soft light raining through the branches,
The smooth call of a Nuthatch,
The roaring sound of a rushing waterfall

Mornings in a forest,
A cool gentle breeze glistening over my skin,
The sweet smell of the trees,
And soft buzzing of a carpenter bee.

I am rejuvenated through nature’s beauty,
With each Gray Catbird swooping through the air,
My soul breaking through the noise,
And finding clarity in the gentle morning of a new day.

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Guided by Beauty

There are moments when reclining by a field of flowers,
Or sitting by a babbling brook,
And soaking up the early summer mist,
That the mind wanders floating with the clouds.

It travels through existence,
Searching for purpose and meaning,
Floating over time,
Viewing strife and pain,
Joy and happiness,
Looking for a reason when the next sunrise comes,
To rise out of bed and, like the sun, become born anew.

As the mind wanders, floating gently with the clouds,
It returns after a while and lingers with the flowers and brook,
Their beauty speaks as they shimmer in the late afternoon sun,
Completely enveloped in the golden hour rays,
That descends like angles from the heavens.

Then the mind transfixed on their beauty begins to understand,
Perhaps the reason to live is guided by beauties hand,
And as the sun creeps further down the horizon, there is a peace that sweeps over the land.

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The Grand Choir

Breaking through the dark silence,
A round of Robins sing in the new day,
In unison, their gentle calls are a sweet harmony,
Chirping and dashing about in the cool morning air,
Nature’s grand choir,
Lifting their voices in a song as old as the mountains,
Singing with all their might,
As if willing the vernal sun over the horizon.