Amidst the sand, I tread with ease,
Not backwards, but forward, with a breeze.
Water nearby, murky, not blue,
A gentle sound of geese in view.
A subtle breeze, barely felt,
Yet seen atop the trees, so well dealt.
Their leaves sway, a calming sight,
As geese cascade in flight.
I sit and watch, almost forgot,
The world around, in nature's plot.
You might not believe, eyes closed tight,
The peace I find in this quiet night.
I yearn to trample once again,
Or venture to the water's edge, serene.
To seek nature's treasures hidden from sight,
Where my eyes can't quite catch the light.
But then I glance up, skyward bound,
As a plane crosses, a sound profound.
The whimsical appearance of clouds so high,
Cumulus or cirrus, they paint the sky.
In this moment of meditation's grace,
Silence surrounds me, a sacred space.
Surreal it seems, this serendipitous place,
Where nature's whispers fill the empty space.
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Tracy Toccara
Tracy Toccara is a poet and a warrior of life whose verses chronicle a profound journey from the shadows of addiction to the light of recovery. Her collection of poems is not merely words on a page; it is a testament to her resilience.
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