The Gypsy moon and a beautiful Karliene song.
1- Please listen to the song of nature,
she is bleeding,
she is dying.
Mother Earth, giver of the water,
giver of the plants and the giver of the clean air.
Who is praying for her?
Each day, new cities are built and old cities are dead/homeless.
I told my grandchildren.
Please be kind to the earth, please be kind to each other.
2- She loved the Gypsy moon,
she loved the heavenly choir of the morning birds.
She loved the morning quiet.
She told me. I love the 6 am morning where I can wander into my garden,
water my roses and I can dance with my dogs.
I love to wander to my garden and I love to listen to the earth song.
I love my 7am with you, I enjoyed our light conversation.
I am glad you became a part of my garden.
Coyote
This is wondrous, Coyote. For me, the words turn the devastation of loss to a quiet reverence. I hear the song playing in the garden with you.
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Thank you Richard for reading and the comment. We need to find the forest, we need to find the sea. Seek peace and quiet. Be in the hands of nature tender caress.
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Beautiful song and poem. I hope you are well, John.❤️❌✍️
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Hello dear Carolyn. A rough week. My sister funeral. So sad to lose the baby sister. Thank you for reading and the comment. I hope you are enjoying the days of Spring.
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Thank you dear Priti.
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My pleasure
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