Sometimes the Earth
wears a sadness.
A grey trembling.
A weeping whisper
of what could be...
Something I'm aware of
only once in a while.
Then my heart is heavy.
Somehow...
I feel responsible.
What is it...I'm not being?
Have you noticed...
Our Mother
weeps.
(c) 7.4.01
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...thank you for reminding me to just sit under a tree and do nothing but feel nature. Lovely poem.
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