Poetry of Nature

poetry of nature

With a flow of harmonizing tints and shimmers
A splash of flame, a streak of azure
Her resulting handiwork
Is glorious

My heart, my soul
Quietly mends


9 thoughts on “Poetry of Nature

  1. “My heart and soul quietly mends”…I have a black paracord Survival Strap with an orange stripe that is woven through it. When people ask me about it, I tell them the black stands for the dark days I have endured and the orange represents the beautiful sunsets and sunrises of each day. Each day is what we choose to focus on. I understand the mending of a heart and soul. \V/

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