Sometimes the moon comes down to
Have a chat while the clouds roll by
And each tree has their own whispers
Realization of the conversation in the world
Even when there seems to be no sound
Only the natural life having it’s own secrets
Revealed in this shivering council session
Darkness giving the sharing New impact
End in the words that Each element exhudes
Shifting in my ear to be fully enveloped here
Picking a story from years of meditative existence
As this little grove shares what it ponders
I will head back to where I reside but
Right here is a feeling like home


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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