Sad-sick of heart
Feel you unloved?
Droopy-conscious, midst a city's
Boy, girl paired glees?
Hear me, for it;
Ally and aid.
Little wood, nearby park, from out;
Through bird's song bout.
In what extends
A tree shadow
Myself, who reaches to embrace!
Cool but warm space!
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The fact is, whether we love Her or not, Nature loves us all. We can feel Her love, when we are out with Her, in a park, on a beach, anywhere WITH Her..