The dust unnatural Floats in the sky then sinks down Covering your dreams
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Thunder claps over me My slumber interrupted Instincts alerted
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We gather in the wooded place Familiar faces from long ago Family We are reverent, but not solemn This is a joyful time Celebrate the life of the matriarch Remember the traditions she created Surrounded by a cathedral of trees Lowered into the Earth by volunteers Wrapped in only a shroud Nature will embrace her Miniature trees are planted to mark the space The cycle is complete
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This is one of my early poems that I thought I would share before the book comes out. 🙂 Wind in the Trees An invisible force that blows through the trees The branches embrace this powerful breeze, Swaying and dancing and waiting to say “Hello, don’t you see? It’s a beautiful day!” The trees wave to the birds, that fly overhead As the Moon runs off to bed. The rush of this force running through the leaves Sounds like the crashing waves of the sea. Is it part of Science, Superpower or God, Or just the Earth breathing, peaceful and…