Celestial Music Poem by Annalee Somerville

Thunderbeings call in the distance,
clouds transform the sky,
raindrops dripping slowly,
nurturing roots that are dry.
Mighty winds how they blow,
waking Spirit of the Weeping Willow tree,
four directions stirring wildly,
The soul is ready to receive.
Sweet harmonic sounds of nature,
Intentions to aid the negativity disappear,
Strengthening vibrant frequencies,
Healing music of the spheres.

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