
Mother Nature
She calls to me from everywhere…
Whispering sweet promises of adventure in my ear…
She never lies in wait to deceive…
She’s open and real and hard to believe…
She leaves me in awe and feeling quite small…
Yet my soul grows in spirit each and every fall…
I can’t get enough of her but it’s not because she’s easy…
She’s rough and difficult yet beautiful and pleasing…
She’s everything at once and more than I can handle…
She’s simple and small, delicate and fragile…
How can one thing be so much to me…
She’s a part of my soul, my ultimate destiny…
-Lindsay Persico

this a very satifying poem
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Thank you!
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