All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
John Clare, The beauty of nature does seem to have a voice. I many times have sat in solitude and felt the companionship of God's creation. If a person wants to be open to God's voice this a wonderful opportunity to do so. You painted a picture of the reality of our hearts and minds dancing in creative vision in this lovely piece! Blessings to you..............Kathy
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Nicely written. Thanks for sharing.