The Journey's Progress

Sometimes I dream of real life and real life feels like a dream.

4.19.2013

III

She moves, she flows, she sails like wind.
Her feet the ground caress.
A vibrant soul of health of health and earth,
her mirth the world enchants.

The sensual body of Nature's gift,
so rich in turn, our grace rewards.
She is the one who love accepts
and sings the song of Nature's luxury.

-e

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