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When the lake's before me
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It's Going to Be Okay When the lake's before me
And the green grass grows
The vegetables are ripened
They reap what they sow
This beautiful space
Of hospitality and healing
Awakens the artist's soul
And restores true feeling.
Beautiful
Often a place of natural beauty
Can be a poultice for the soul.
Short, to the point, while putting into words
the simple beauty and mystery of a quiet place.
A delightfully jaunting meter and ryhme have
put your poem into one of my favorites. Thank
you for sharing. Keep writing.
~Seraphim
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
nothing like nature to sooth
nothing like nature to sooth your soul
ron parrish