Let
Nature
Intervene
To wipe
Your stress slate
Clean
A pile
Of
Feathers
Left
Behind
After
The
Sharp-shinned
Hawk
Dines
Evening
Glow
A
Pure
Delight
Look up
And
Marvel at
The
Sight
Stark beauty
Of
Arid
Clime
Ignites
The soul
Every
Time
Laboriously
The web
We
Weave
Ourselves and
Others
Ostensibly to
Please
Snares us
At
Our every
Turn
You’d think
At last
We’d finally
Learn
A
Tasty treat
Or
Painful sting
Is what
Charisma cloaks
Can bring
busily a bee
gathers up pollen so sweet
be calm, it won’t sting
cast at an angle
shadowy tree slices path
garden ambiance
