The wind whispers in my ear
Lovely melodies of songs forgotten
Too busy with our human lives
We forsake the natural order that beholds us.
Climb to the top of a mountain and see
See all the things we put out of our minds
See what we are missing in our hearts.
Watch the Sun as she sets on another misguided day
Give it some appreciation
For if you don't
One early morning she may choose not to rise.
Nature speaks
Choose to listen
Make peace with the past
And let go of things not serving you
Let the universe bless you
Let it love you like you deserve.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (3)
Every line is just great! plus love the message and advice!
Great poem! Fantástico! Wonderful work!
These lines.... " For if you don't One early morning she may choose not to rise." Haunting words! Well done!