I always look into the greens of summer to find peace

Just last week

I went to see my tree

The moss grows

 

And looking into the moss, I see

Just a forest

Small and delicate

The fairies meadow

 

I imagined the fairies live there

Standing looking inside

The delicate leaves

There is magic

 

But, I shall not disturb

Laying my hands

On the wood

I pray for

 

Closing my eyes and whispering to God who hears

The old tree

Diseased and crumbling

Mercy, I ask

 

I move on to the next green place of rest

There’s much to

See under canopies

Of God’s earth

 

Thanking him for all the beauty of the earth

 

 

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