Looking over fields there lay, trees are dotted round
Flowers with their coloured blooms, wind, they float around
Grasses Green all short and neat, borders placed in line
This the view from my window, this beautiful view is mine
Out I go and take a seat, a bistro table there
Lemonade made fresh just now, refreshing like the air
Sun now beating down on me, brim of hat, protects my face
I sit and think of all I see, a gift for human race
Out my book, my lap it lays, my pencil perched in mouth
My mind now wandering all around, my senses taking in
Words now rising from my heart, the birds begin to sing
My pages White and blank to see, now filling up with things
Page and page, no place is left, a story I’ve create
I’ve written about my time with earth, laying beneath my feet
I’ve written about the energies felt, they flow within my soul
My story ends with love and prayer, my gift, bring words of whole
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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