Letting go the encircling indoor ways of man.
I stretch my heart and body free,
Learn to listen, see, touch, perceive.
There a hawk soars, here a tree stands.
Each place I look a miracle unfolds.
Small creatures rustle in the grass.
Tracks and paths lead everywhere.
Sky and earth, sun and air,
Rocks and water, animals and plants,
Treasures, teachers, companions, loves,
Four directions beckon me.
Thank you, God, for the gift of life,
And for the Earth, the gift of home.
The fresh wind blows the leaves to laughter,
Joy dances in my soul.
copyright 2011 Barbara Showalter
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