I went to the arboretum yesterday even though it rained. I needed some quiet time with nature. I needed to spend it in my garden.
Though she can't speak
She cries out very much.
Velvet petals of red and pink
Reach out for my touch.
Tender seedlings struggle
For their place in my garden.
Against a weeded jungle
My heart has hardened.
She senses my presence;
Flourishes when I'm there.
I'm quieted by her essence
In return for her care.
Pushing fingers through soil,
My cells will rejuvenate.
It's for love I should toil;
A spiritual connection to cultivate.
But I have neglected her,
And myself likewise.
Physically we need each other.
It's our Life Source we recognize.
Beautiful poetry!
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