All the weary and the downtrodden, the hopeless and forgotten. Pick yourself up by the last ounce of your strength for the song of the earth calls us home at the end of the day. Ready for us, arms open as big as the sun. Run if you can, a new day awaits and with it
the promise of unfaltering love.
Maybe you’ve hear of her? Gentle as a breeze on a summers night, patient as a stream bed waiting for spring to trickle through. She’s not conspicuous and far from overbearing. She’s been there all along.
Look you may but her beauty only comes to those who listen to her song. She is nature and she’s calling you home.