Gentle Peace Descending Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle Peace Descending



Looking upwards into the tops of trees of all kinds, feeling a gentle peace descending upon our souls as we are reminded of or creator.

All of nature being akin to our human one, yet so far apart in a space of time, humans being good and or evil, while nature is inherently good.

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