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Poetry News Post #5261

Nature's Blessings

Written by: Tendril Lyrikai, of the Blue Larkspur
Date: Sunday, November 19th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Lay my head under the water,
Lay my head under the sea.
Let me taste that saltwater,
Wash my soul clean.

Mother Nature can you save me?
Calm my spirit and let the winds carry me.
Sounds of rushing streams fill my ears,
The wolf howls and stops my tears.

Oh, Nature you sustain me.
You cleanse my body, mind and spirit.
I will spend my life serving you. I won't refrain.
Do with me what you will,
Please don't let me fear it.

The owls watch over me as I sleep,
They keep me safe as I lay here counting sheep.
The crickets singing their nighttime lullaby,
Singing to me, reminding me that I don't need that guy.

As I wrap my blanket around myself,
I calmly sigh, "Thank you Nature. For tending to me as I do for you."
Then I rest thyself. Closing my emerald hues.
No more, will I sing the blues.

Because you see, I am truly free...



Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 757 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5261

Nature's Blessings

Written by: Tendril Lyrikai, of the Blue Larkspur
Date: Sunday, November 19th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Lay my head under the water,
Lay my head under the sea.
Let me taste that saltwater,
Wash my soul clean.

Mother Nature can you save me?
Calm my spirit and let the winds carry me.
Sounds of rushing streams fill my ears,
The wolf howls and stops my tears.

Oh, Nature you sustain me.
You cleanse my body, mind and spirit.
I will spend my life serving you. I won't refrain.
Do with me what you will,
Please don't let me fear it.

The owls watch over me as I sleep,
They keep me safe as I lay here counting sheep.
The crickets singing their nighttime lullaby,
Singing to me, reminding me that I don't need that guy.

As I wrap my blanket around myself,
I calmly sigh, "Thank you Nature. For tending to me as I do for you."
Then I rest thyself. Closing my emerald hues.
No more, will I sing the blues.

Because you see, I am truly free...



Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 757 AF.


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