Patience Of Nature Poem by Sarah Persson

You walk on grass of the freshest greens,
The tide is new and the Honeysuckle breathes,
Each blossom lined with morning dew
And dandelion fairies dance on drifts
Where winds have carried the scents of sunshine.

Each tree branch turned towards the sky,
Grasping light from every sinew of sun rays
And each mimics the form of a soul,
That walks with you and guides your stride,
Be your pace hasty or have the patience of nature.