Beauty all around, child, Flowers dance, hope, Nature revives, Pinterest photo-Veronique-coutie., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., spirituality, Weary soul
When I was just a girl of eight,
I stretched my body on the ground,
And on my back I saw a world
Of beauty and heard Nature’s sounds.
I felt my soul fly out of me
And land on top a fluffy cloud.
I embraced the universe
And heard an angel laugh out loud.
All around me beauty breathed
And blew sweet hope inside my breast.
It wrapped me in serenity
And gave me a much-needed rest.
The smell of sweet young tender leaves
Moved gently through the tall oak trees.
The scent of honeysuckle blooms
Drifted across the fragrant breeze.
I saw one hundred flowers dance
And lift their faces to the sun.
They smiled and bowed their heads to pray
And gave thanks to “the Holy One.”
There grew in me such ecstasy.
It blew the storms of life aside.
It gave me respite for a day
And brought back hope that died.