Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
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In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
A Quiet Heart 