Rain falls on thirsty forest,
Clouds not heavy enough to quench
The summer-long drought.
No more wind.
Loons on the lake.
The trees are still. Silent.
Birdsong clears away
The too-many-voices.
Earth anchors me.
I breathe in
The essence of nature,
And let go the rest.
Pouring now,
The forest rejoices.
Leaves dance in rapture.
I give up
The struggle
In exchange for peace.
Whatever happens, keep singing your song!
Peace @Katrina-Ariel / @LeiaTalon
All photos mine.
Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, mama bear to twins, and author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance). She’s also written two books as Leia Talon: Shelta's Songbook and Falling Through the Weaving. Visit her website at www.KatrinaAriel.com
This came up when I searched loon calls. I grew up 10 miles from Nevis. Your poem did give me some peace as I remember these quite well, I hope it reaches others with similar fashion. Love and hugs and junk. 😜😍🤗🤗
Glad it brought you some peace. 💖🤗💖
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Very nice; I can feel the forest sighing in peace. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading. 🌳💖🌳
You're welcome!