The birds beckon as they fly.
The sun warms me as I walk amidst the trees;
Nature calls to me with every breeze.
My mind quiets as I
listen to the sounds;
Sweet stillness echoes
and resounds.Little flowers flock amongst the grass;
Fluttering along the path as I pass.
The joy and beauty is
there for all to see,
So won’t you come and
walk along with me?MAL 6/30/13
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