The texture takes shape
In every place
With colour and light
And in every space
Perfectly imperfect
In every way
In death and in life
Through night and in day
The depth of the layers
Natures interactions
Our mothers sweet creatures
Elemental distractions
It's up to our senses
Our personal frame
To choose what we see
No experience the same
The cells of all life
Alive and repeating
Dying, decaying
Then slowly depleting
The dead giving life
Through nutrient cycles
Less perfect equations
Development stifled
Take in the air while
Clouds ride on the breeze
Our animal messengers
Our life giving trees
Let these not be just memories
Stories once shared
Lets wake up to the dreaming
Let us all still live there
By M J Hanly © 14th March 2021
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