I am of the earth, And to her I shall return,
though I have wandered far
into the fierce mind of man.
Each day upon waking,
As sure as my first breath,
She is there to receive me,
And I, to rejoice in her.
Her grasslands are warm,
And soft upon my face.
Their smell is the sweet
Of sun-dried wheat.
She offers a flower of many folds,
Its graceful perfection called a rose.
Its ravishing tenderness a nest
Where the heart may find its rest.
Sweeter still, her late-summer fruit:
Hazelnut, melon, and muscat grape.
A juice-filled peach for lips to press.
The yielding fig a tongue can cleave.
Upon the earth flow rivers of living waters,
And I who drink of them shall never thirst.
In her I have found abundance,
My wellness, my joy, my life.
Ending as all began, in gratitude,
Morning meditation, evening prayer,
Lingering in her warmth and glow.
How sweet is rest when dawn awaits!
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LEO's musical association:
#NewDay#Seine#Bridges