
There is a place you can go
where you are quiet,
a place of water and the lighton the water. Trees are there,
leaves, and the light
on leaves moved by air.Birds, singing, move
among leaves, in leaf shadow.
After many years you have cometo no thought of these,
but they are themselves
your thoughts. There seems to belittle to say, less and less.
Here they are. Here you are.
Here as though gone.None of us stays, but in the hush
where each leaf in the speech
of leaves is a sufficient syllablethe passing light finds out
surpassing freedom of its way.–Wendell Berry
Sabbaths, VII, excerpt
We are all meshed and encased in the beauty of nature. Lovely and serene poem by Wendell, Amira.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! Yes, Nature is what helps us get things into perspective… ❤
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Yes and that is nature that is a part and parcel of our lives. Welcome ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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